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Chapter III. Other Guy Found

Mike’s insides tumbled and spun on his long walk through the campus as he made his way back to Andrea’s place. He could hear his own blood racing through his dizzy head. Eric had agreed to meet them for lunch.

Mike was still undecided on whether or not he’d tell Andrea that Eric had seen her naked. Seen them both naked. Visions of that first night flashed in and out of Mike’s head. He and Andrea snuck behind the hedge for their first rendezvous and Eric and his friend had caught them. While both Andrea and Mike knew they had a couple of dirty voyeurs watching it was Mike who had recognized one of them. Something he never told Andrea.

Trying to contain his excitement he made it to Andrea’s with his skin hot and flushed. He whisked her into his arms kissing her deeply the instant the door opened. The door hadn’t even closed as he ripped the shirt off her back. Tugging passionately at her shorts those too were tossed into a heap at their feet. Seconds later he backed away from her and stripped himself bare still ignoring the open door.

Wolf whistles echoed through the entry way and with a casual glance Mike slipped his arm around Andrea’s waist. Pulling her beside him, they turned together to reward the passers by with a full frontal view as he pushed the door closed. Mike and Andrea followed the closing door leaning and waving a merry good-bye to the pair of fortuitous wanderers.

The lovers were like-minded shameless exhibitionists and something about being seen naked set their fires burning hot and intense. Taking Andrea by the hand Mike pulled her into the living room and backed her butt up against the couch. They were directly in front of the big window and by unspoken mutual agreement the drapes were not closed. Andrea inched her rear up and onto the back of the couch leaving her feet dangling as Mike came up behind her kneeling on the cushions the back of the couch between them.

His arm encircled her torso and he filled his hand with her right breast, letting her nipple slink into the ‘V’ between his fingers trapping it. Mike relished the soft mound of her small breast wickedly craning his neck over her shoulder to watch her areola puff up and thicken. Working his hand he kneaded her boob, squeezing and releasing the nipple he had trapped between his fingers. Practiced motions made her nipple swell, thicken and puff. Seeing her breast capped by those beautiful puffy nipples added so much to his excitement!

Fully erect and painfully rigid Mike leaned his sex into the couch. Rolling his hips he scrapped the soft head of his cock up the rough, resisting bitlis escort fabric of that sofa. As he scraped his cock over that material his left hand skimmed over Andrea’s tummy and dove between her legs. He cupped her pussy noticing Andrea had lifted her hanging legs and resting her feet oh the back of the couch she had spread them as wide as she could, right in front of that uncurtained window.

Lost in the luscious thickness of this overt carnal moment Mike trailed his fingers through the succulent folds of Andrea’s well spread pussy. Relishing the heat and wetness. Mike let his middle finger run its length over Andrea’s clit. It was still hidden by its hood and as Mike’s finger traveled over it his finger dragged that hood further and further down over the nub. Mike shook, feeling the shaft of her clit hard and long in its nesting spot. He twitched his finger making that little rod roll to and fro in its warm fleshy shroud. Towards the end of his motion he curled his middle finger and pressed it inside of her tunnel.

Held in his embrace Mike leaned in kissing her hair, neck and ears and whispered…

“I’ve found a guy for us”

He felt Andrea squirm in his grasp. She tried to turn and address what he had just said but Mike wickedly pushed a second finger deep into her sopping twat. Rather than let her spin to talk to him about it he kept her impaled on his fingers. Probing and sliding in and out of her at a fevered pace. The more he pounded her the wetter she was. Loving how wet she was Mike finally withdrew his fingers and brought them up. Andrea licked at his fingers as they passed and Mike then cleaned her wetness from them with his mouth. Leaving his lips coated with her juices he worked his hands back into her wet hole running his thumb over her clit as his two fingers re-entered her. Using that thumb and with a bit of backwards pressure Mike pressed the hood of her clit back bringing her wet shiny button into the cool air.

With the lightest of teasing touches Mike swirled the pad of his thumb over her little clit know how this drove her crazy. His lips still grazed her neck and ear lobes as he added in a naughty whisper.

“He’s seen you naked. Oh, and he knows who you are because just a few minutes ago he asked where you were.”

Andrea’s whole body shook in Mike’s strong arms, she let out a deep, deep moan and a split instant later Mike shook too as he felt the insides of Andrea’s wet cunt spasm over and over against his deeply inserted fingers.

Moaning again she leaned her head back and commanded,

“Mike Fuck me”

This situation was beyond any thing bolu escort Mike had imagined and loving how turned on he was he didn’t want to release the energy yet so in another sighed moment he wickedly said.

“No” and instead of fucking her he kissed, nibbled and pulled her backwards onto the sofa.

The second her back hit the cushions he pushed her legs apart and dove between them. Driven by all his passion and lust he licked and sucked her clit until she begged him to give her a rest. With his face coated with her juice he rose up his erection standing hard and proud pointing towards the ceiling and kissed her.

Andrea lay there motionless reclaiming her energy. Her orgasms had drained her. In all their time together Mike had never assaulted her body with such pent up desire. She loved how he had taken her and still he remained hard and denied.

Floating in the ebb tide of their tryst she rested her hand over her ravaged pussy mulling over Mike’s breathy words. Who was the guy? Mike said he’d seen her naked. So was the guy a former boy friend? She hoped not because the only relationship she had here before Mike had not ended well. Where could he have seen her naked? Was he some kind of creepy peeking perv? Again she hoped not.

That was when she thought back to the time Mike and her had sex outdoors. They did attract an audience. So could the ‘guy’ be the one from the couple who had watched them? If so how did Mike ever find him? So many questions to be answered but one thing for sure whoever it was had turned Mike into a steaming sexual animal. That all by itself was a great time.

Mike sat there next to her and as she calmed. Maneuvering her free hand she found his still hot erect shaft. With gentle motions she stoked the length of his shaft. Loving caresses designed not to bring him off but to keep him engorged. With a little inhale she opened her eyes and exhaled her questions.

“Mike who is this guy? How did you meet him? Tell me all about him.” And finally… “Don’t I have some say so in who we choose?”

Answering the last question first he said.

“Of course you have a say so… and that is why we’re just meeting him for lunch… tomorrow. That way you have the final say so. If he’s not right for you then he’s not right for me. Okay?”

Her touching of his cock never changed and with a small nod she acquiesced to meeting Eric for lunch.

Over the next few minutes Mike told her about heading to his office just to find out he was back in the same lab that he had used to watch them. Mike told Andrea about catching Eric kissing a coed and all the while she burdur escort casually kept stroking his cock. Finally he got to the part where Eric told Mike he was bisexual and enjoyed playing with both boys and girls.

Andrea had been listening as she idly ran her hand up and down Mike’s shaft. His last words however, sent a renewed flood between her legs. She flicked her eyes to Mike swollen cock watching as she milked a clear drop of precum from the little slit. Feeling her insides rolling in sweet desire she shifted her eyes to his. From their first verbal explorations into bringing in another lover Andrea had found the thought of seeing Mike with another guy blistering hot! She knew how she felt and lying there she tried to measure Mike’s thoughts about Eric’s bisexuality. In a barely audible tone she watched Mike’s eyes glaze as her question took him.

“So Eric is bisexual. When he told you that did you picture your cock hard and touching his.”

Funny but in the lab even before he had pictured Eric playing with his girl friend he had imagined Eric’s cock hard, heavy and resting its weight across his own hard cock. Something that in the daydream happened as he and Eric pressed close to Andrea an accident, a very stimulating accident.

Mike answered Andrea with a guttural moan. Hiding her grin she lightened her touch intentionally frustrating Mike. She was going to tease him and keep him hard for as long as possible heightening and building his need to uncontrollable levels.

Mike naturally forced his dick through her grasp trying to increase the friction that her lightened touch denied. Her last words to him had only served to turn his need to get off into a boiling frenzy. When he couldn’t achieve the touch he needed from her hand he brought in his own more powerful hand. Closing it over hers and crushing her hand tightly around his member. Rutting, thrusting like a wild animal. With a bat of her other hand she shooed his hand away telling him…

“Oh no you don’t get to cum tonight. It’s you punishment for not telling me all about Eric before you invited him to lunch.”

Mike moaned and whimpered as Andrea slowed and then removed her hand from his rod. It took a long time for him to calm. Each time he thought he was withering he’d quiver remembering either Andrea’s tormenting words or her command not to cum and he harden right up. One thing for sure Andrea knew Mike well. Each second of her teasing only increased his anticipation of what was to come.

Less than an hour later Mike was ushered out of Andrea’s place. As she closed the door she leaned in, kissed him and gently reminding him he wasn’t allowed to cum. Her last parting words renewed the iron in his cock as he could only guess at what they could mean…

“Come back tomorrow around 10. I have a job for you before we meet Eric for lunch. A job you going to love and don’t you dare show up if you get yourself off tonight.”

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My name is Dan, I am married to my wife of 15 years, Sharon.

Anyone who knows me knows very well that I am a voyeur. Lord, I like to catch that peek, the glimpse of the forbidden, the accidental exposure that creates an instant excitement.

Why, I wonder? Nudity, nakedness is everywhere in today’s world. My Sharon, knowing me so well, often nudges me to look if she sees something she thinks I might miss. She does love it when I get turned on, knowing I take the fantasy, the thoughts and visions out on her fine body almost always as soon as we get home.

But almost any beach on a warm day will offer bare breasts turned to the Sun, often even full nudity though somewhat more rare.

For those who would take a few seconds to search on the internet, legs can be found spread as widely as is humanly possible, all of the secrets of women’s innermost beauty exposed for any who care to look.

The same holds true in nightclubs in our part of the world. Very young and beautiful women display their bodies on stage completely, there are no secrets.

For me, that is just boring. The excitement is somehow in the peek, the illicit “not supposed to see” scenario.

But the situation before us brought both excitement…

…And almost total discomfort.

Our friend Frank and his wife Kate had invited Sharon and I over for dinner, a simple evening with another couple.

Nothing was said about what the evening was to be like, nothing was expected. We did not know them well, having just met in the last few weeks.

It was dinner with friends.

I wore blue jeans and T-shirt in deference to the 90° weather, Sharon had on a yellow halter top and pair of shorts that were loose. The legs were baggy but long enough to offer protection of her modesty, since she doesn’t bother with undergarments most of the time.

My wife isn’t what I would call an exhibitionist. She dresses nicely when we go out, and wears somewhat skimpy outfits on warm days but no blatant nudity.

I probably would enjoy her being a bit more open, allow a peek now and then to some unsuspecting male. The idea yanks my chain some, but by the same token I don’t really push that issue seriously.

My few suggestions and hints ardahan escort that maybe she could “allow” a nipple to peek out or perhaps wear some shorts with loose baggy legs were always met with a laugh and a shake of her head.

But so many times after our banter, her eyes would sparkle and I would reap the rewards, my woman is one hot lady in the privacy of our bedroom.

Yes, this was just a pleasant evening visiting, all that was on our minds.

But after we had finished the fine cold noodle salad and rather crispy chicken off the backyard grill, Frank had leaned over and said something to his wife Kate. She had blushed mildly, a few words passed back and forth we couldn’t overhear, and she got up and left the yard, shutting the side door to their house behind her.

I pride myself in being able to read body language, it is part of my trade as a salesman.

Something about Kate suggested reluctance, I shrugged that off as possibly my imagination.

Frank was going on into some detail about his neighbors, mentioning that one woman a couple of doors down often lay out nude on hot days.

That interested me, so the two of us went up to his upstairs balcony to take a look, Sharon was in tow right behind us.

Of course there was no one there, but I could see that if someone was, Frank would have a fine view.

We went back down to the yard, Frank tapped the small keg for a couple more glasses of beer.

“I like to show off Kate sometimes.” He said, almost in passing.

“Show off?” I asked, not completely sure what he meant.

“Sure, you know. Nudity, flashing, things like that. It’s fun!”

My ears did another instant perk up, Frank was grinning as he handed me the tall foamy glass.

“Really? Sharon and I have talked about it a little bit but she doesn’t….” I managed to get out before being poked on the arm by her.

“Kate is pretty willing!” Frank responded, with a huge grin on his face.

Just then the door opened, Kate came out. She had changed into a wraparound light dress, it looked like a cross between a flimsy housecoat and an evening gown.

She looked really nice, I realized she had added some traces of makeup and fixed up artvin escort her hair which the light breeze had shuffled around quite a bit earlier.

She stopped about ten feet from us and just stood there.

Frank smiled, got up and walked over by the door. This gave him a view of Sharon and I sitting at the wooden table, Kate standing there quietly, looking down.

I was suddenly confused, it all seemed strange. There was something in the air, the mood, I knew something was going to happen.

“Go ahead, Honey.” Frank said from about twenty feet away. He was just standing there, his back to the doorway.

Kate hesitated, looked at us and then Frank.

“I don’t think…..” She started to say.

“Go ahead!” Frank’s voice was more insistant now.

Kate looked down again, then her hands came up and untied the strap at her side, She pulled it off her shoulders, lay it aside. She was standing there in nothing but a beige bra and matching panties. Her face flushed.

Then she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her top, dropping it to the floor beside her.

I sat there surprised, her breasts were pale, her nipples pink with traces of red.

She looked uncomfortable.

Suddenly I was uncomfortable, I glanced at Sharon expecting to see anger or something, all I saw was surprise.

“Frank….” I started to say.

“Relax, she likes it.” He had a huge smile on his face, just standing there watching.

I saw Kate look over at him, he nodded pointedly.

She reached down and slid the beige panties down her hips, stepped out of them. Her hands came across and she clenched her fingers, ineffectually trying to cover herself.

She just stood there, looking down at the ground.

“Frank!” I said again, realizing Kate was totally uncomfortable.

“Open your legs, honey.” Frank’s tone was coaxing.

She hesitated again, then her hands came out to her sides, she took a short step off to the side with her left leg.

Sharon and I both sat in silence, I saw her reach up and push her hair back as she glanced away, then back, her eyes brought to the sudden display of nudity before us.

I looked again at Kate, standing there bodrum escort quietly, saying nothing. The tuft of pubic hair above her prominent lips was the same color as the long waves of brown hair that framed her face. Her breasts showed just a hint of sag, her abdomen was flat, her mound above her vagina formed a beautiful soft “V” shape.

I should have been fully into my voyeuristic mode, instead I was totally uncomfortable.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Frank asked, an obvious catch in his voice.

“Yes.” I managed to mutter. “Yes, she is wonderfully beautiful.”

I was telling the truth, Kate was beautiful, but not like this, uncomfortable, unwilling.

I looked at Sharon, she looked back.

She mouthed the words.

“We should go.”

I stood up, held out my hand and Sharon took it, she got up too.

“Don’t you want to touch her, feel her?” Frank blurted.

He sounded like a small child, being deprived of a treat.

“Frank, I…We…We are just not into this.” I managed.

His shoulders seemed to slump.

“You do find her beautiful though, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course. Amazing!” I managed, Sharon almost exactly matching my words.

We beat a hasty retreat, yet the vision of Kate standing there naked was burned into my mind.

Once home, Sharon and I began to touch, the familar motions of a couple long married, well in practice with each other’s bodies.

After we had made love, we lay entertwined in each other’s arms.

“Sometimes you would like me to do something like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Maybe. Yes… well,… I am not sure.” I confessed.

“I think Frank is a controlling asshole.” I blurted.

“Kate seemed uncomfortable, reluctant?” Sharon said.

“Yes, I picked up on that. I wouldn’t ever try to make you….”

“Well, I might, but not like that. Not because you say so.”

“I would never demand….” I started to say.

“I know…I know you won’t…But if I ever do?”

“If you ever do what?” I asked, suddenly interested again.

“If I ever do..you know..flash…It will be because I WANT to.”

“I know. I won’t…”

She smiled, her lips brushing my now firm erection.

“I see your reaction to the idea, maybe one of these days….”

“One of these days what?”

“Maybe I will let some…man..see me!” Sharon opened her legs, she was still engorged, shiny from our lovemaking.

I rolled over, slid up and we joined, so easy, our bodies fit so well.

I had no need to answer.

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Okay, I’ve been reading for over two and a half years now, and up until today, I’ve only been a spectator.

But I’ve had some stories rolling around in my head for the longest time, so I thought I might venture to put one up and see how it is received. If y’all like it, I’ll see if I can get more out of my head and onto the site. If not, I’ll be happy enough to go back to spectating.

By the way, as a way of warning: If you are one of those readers who don’t have the patience for a well-developed plot, and who hate it when stories don’t get to the sex soon enough, let me tell you right now you are going to be sorely disappointed. This story is full of characterization, and buildup, and were it not so I probably would not have written it, let alone submitted it. So, forewarned is forearmed…therefore…without further ado…here goes…

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“A Ton of Bricks.”

I’d heard the expression before, but I’d never, until that day, really understood what it meant, never really felt the weight of a ton of bricks on me until that day. I suppose I should have seen it coming. Looking back, there were all of those signs which, at the time, I just put down to bumps in the road of an otherwise ideal marriage, but now I see as danger signs that I missed on the way to that crashing collision. Sitting there, in the public park restroom, I cried. Silently, so as not to be heard, I thought, but I cried a river…

Let me go back to earlier that day. It was the first day of August, and it promised to be as scorcher. My wife Wendy and I (I’m Jack) had come to the company picnic as we had done for so many years before, except this time was the first time since she had been named the VP of Marketing for the company. I arrived at the park with her, proud to be associated with this new executive, and ready to have a nice time chatting with our mutual friends, eating barbecued ribs, and frolicking in the summer sun. I was a little concerned that she had decided to dress in such a revealing manner, but then she had, over the course of the last few months, begun to dress a little more daring each day, sometimes bordering on “slutty.” The fact that there didn’t seem to be a corresponding increase in passion in our own bedroom didn’t really click with me until a little later on, though, so I just chalked it up to maybe this was her little mid-life crisis going on. So the too-small bikini-top and the ass-revealing short shorts were her uniform for the day, while I stuck with the baggy Bermudas and the Havana shirt.

Upon arrival, I started to catch up with some of her colleagues that I hadn’t seen in a while, like Bert from the warehouse, who used to live on our street, and Charlie, the number one sales guy who I would go fishing with on occasion, and of course, Wendy’s best friend and Assistant VP Donna, who was looking refreshingly casual in her light sundress and floppy straw hat, also wearing a light wrist-brace from a fall she’d taken a few days earlier. There was something in the way Donna looked at me that day that made me feel a little sad, but I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, and chalked it up to the fact that she was in a little pain from her wrist injury.

We ate, we had a few beers, the kids who came played the usual three-legged races and water-balloon toss. It wasn’t until about two hours into the proceedings that I noticed that I hadn’t seen Wendy in a while. I looked around and noticed that she had joined a group of her Marketing colleagues in an impromptu softball game against the Sales department. I noticed that she was up to bat, but appeared to be having trouble, and Greg, one of the young men on her marketing staff, was standing behind her, his arms around her, showing her how to hold the bat. Nothing blatantly suggestive to my eyes, she’s just bonding with her staff, I thought. Meantime, the chili dog, the plate of ribs, and the three cups of beer had started to take their toll, so I headed off to the park restroom to take care of nature’s call.

As I stepped toward the entrance to the Men’s side of the park restroom, I noticed Donna and Lisa, a gal from Accounting, also walking towards the Women’s side of the restroom, but they didn’t see me. I suppose that if they had, I might not have heard what I heard in the next few moments, but I did, and I can’t change it now.

I walked into the stall, closed the door (as much as it could be closed for a public park restroom stall door), and did my best to wipe off the seat with a piece of toilet paper, and started to do my business. Now, if you’ve ever been in one of these public park restrooms, you know that the wall that separates the men’s side from the women’s side usually doesn’t go all the way to the ceiling. In this case, there was a gap of about a foot and a half between the top of the dividing wall and the ceiling that was covered only by a ventilation grate. In other words, it was of such a construction that if anyone was talking in the other restroom, it afyon escort would be rather easy to hear whatever was said, even if they were whispering. To make a long story short, I overheard the following conversation between Donna and Lisa:

Lisa: “It’s absolutely shameless the way she’s flirting with those young…BOYS…out there when Jack is right there, probably thinking nothing but the best of her…It’s almost like she’s advertising or something…”

Donna: “Lisa, I think she IS…in fact, I KNOW she is…”

Lisa: “What do you mean? How do you KNOW? You got some dirt you’re holding back from me? Give over, girlfriend!…what? Why are you looking at me like that?”

And that’s when the ton of bricks was picked up by the crane and positioned over my bathroom stall, ready to be released by Donna’s next words…

Donna: “Well, I’m really not sure I should even be saying this, but I know I can trust you, but if this ever got to Jack, he’d be devastated, and if this ever got to Mr. Chalmers (our CEO), a lot of people would get fired in a heartbeat…”

Lisa: “Alright, now I HAVE to know…”

Donna: “Okay, it’s like this…”

At this point, I was finished with my business, and part of me wanted to stay ignorant and just run out of there and pretend that there was nothing to be said that would “devastate” me, but another part of me HAD to hear this, if it had any bearing on the future of my marriage, so I did my best to be as quiet as a mouse, and listened closely…

Donna: “You remember Thursday, when I had that date with Tim? Well, I had been running late that afternoon, and I needed to get home quick so I could change, and I had forgotten my purse in my office. I was going to just not worry about it and pick it up when I came to work the next morning. But when I got home from that disaster of a date, I was in the kitchen making myself a cup of tea. I ended up slipping on a puddle of water in the kitchen like I told you about. Well, it hurt too bad to put off dealing with it, so I decided to drive to the urgent care center. But I had to go into the office first to get my purse because it had my medical card and my driver’s license in it.

“Anyhow, I pull into the parking lot and I notice that there’s a few cars parked outside. I recognized a couple of them, one of them being Wendy’s SUV. So I figured they were working late AGAIN, and then I noticed light coming out through the closed blinds of the conference room.

“So anyway, I key myself into the building and head toward my office, but I have to pass the conference room to get there. As I got closer, I heard some odd music and some weird noises coming from the conference room. I was going to open the door, but then I noticed that one of the blinds wasn’t quite set in place, so I tiptoed over and peeked through the gap…

“I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t know whether to scream, or to throw up, or to faint, or to run, or what. I look in and I see Wendy lying on her back on top of that big table in the conference room. She’s stark naked with her arms and legs spread wide. And that’s not all. Kyle and Jeremy and Greg were in there too. And they were naked, too. And man, oh, man, this girl was gettin’ it from every angle in every hole and then some. She was suckin’, she was getting fucked in the pussy and the ass, she was jacking. And, girl let me tell you, she was in charge, orderin’ them boys around like she was a dominatrix or somethin’…and the words that were comin’ out of this woman’s mouth I never heard before in my life! And there was this one point when I saw her face…She didn’t see me because I was still in the dark hallway, but there was this look on her face…it wasn’t lust or anything like that…it scared me, Lisa…it was…EVIL…like she was possessed or something…I was so scared…I ran to my office, grabbed my purse and got out of there so fast it would make your head spin. That’s why I didn’t come to work yesterday, not because of the sprain, that’s nothing…but because I didn’t know if I could look her in the eye after what I saw…that’s why I almost didn’t come today, too…but I guess I just wanted to see Jack and see if he was okay or something…I don’t know…but that’s it.”

As you can imagine, I couldn’t believe it either. I went from shock to disgust to denial to acceptance to grief all in the space of five minutes…I WAS devastated. Donna had been right about that…but now what?

Lisa: “Well, that would explain what I had heard in the coffee room yesterday morning. I walked in there just as Kyle and Greg were leaving and the last thing I heard them say was, ‘Just call her Wide Open Wendy!’ and then they laughed like the idiots they are till they saw me…Damn, girl…what do you think you should do now?”

Donna: “I don’t know, but I’ve been trying to decide if I should tell Jack or not.”

Well, if she’d known, that would have been ONE thing she didn’t have to fret aydın escort about. But I was stricken, and that ton of bricks had come crashing down on me like each individual brick had my name on it. I must have sobbed audibly, because I suddenly heard Donna say, “Did you hear that? We’d better get back before we’re missed, Lisa…”

I heard them wash up and I washed up too…I walked slowly out of the restroom, and watched as Donna and Lisa began to walk toward the picnic group. As if she knew I was there, I saw Donna slowly turn her head and look in my direction. I just stood there, tears streaming down my face, frozen to the spot. She gave me the most complete look of sympathy that she could without giving herself away to Lisa or anyone else, then turned around and faced the company crowd. So I knew two things. One was that our marriage meant nothing to Wendy anymore. Two was that Donna was there, and on my side. I knew she would help. I could feel it.

I put on the best face I could for the rest of the afternoon, trying to pay as little attention to Wendy as I could, because her once-innocent baseball troubles now became foreplay for her little marketing-minion sex-slaves. But now, I had to be trying to decide what I should do next. It was clear that as things had been described, should they be proven true, I would want a divorce, and soon. But I had to make sure they were true before I did anything else. Donna and I had a brief moment of whispered conversation out of sight of both Wendy and Lisa, where, after she had confirmed that I’d heard everything and apologized profusely for the fact that I’d heard, she then told me to call her sometime next week if I wanted to talk about it.

Well, I did call her, and no, I didn’t want to talk about it, but I had to do something. I thought about confronting Wendy, but she had been displaying a bit of a temper lately (either out of guilt or contempt I wasn’t entirely sure), and I didn’t want to start something until I had absolute proof and was prepared for the next several steps. So the next day, Sunday, I told Wendy I was going shopping for fishing supplies (which was partially true, since Charlie and I had made a tentative date for a fishing expedition in a few weeks). But instead of limiting myself to the tackle shop, I also headed for the audio-visual store, and inquired as to what kind of hidden-camera technology they had available. After some perusal and consultation with a very knowledgeable pair of clerks, I purchased five hidden cameras, and five small video-cassette recorders, and enough wiring to hook everything up in both our home and in Wendy’s workplace.

Monday morning, first thing, I called Donna at her office, and after we had shared a few tears together, I told her of my plan. She was a little reluctant at first, but when I reassured her that I would take full responsibility for whatever might happen as a result of my actions, AND do whatever I could to make sure she was held blameless in whatever might occur, she was in. Wendy had been scheduled to go to a conference that Tuesday, and would be gone until Friday, so that gave us three nights to put our plan into action.

Wendy flew out on Tuesday morning. I dropped her off at the airport where her boys were waiting for her. Of course, she was dressed in “that” way, and it was all those boys could do to keep their hands off her and to keep their all-too-obvious boners hidden from me. I gave Wendy a friendly kiss on the cheek and wished her good luck. As I drove away I glanced into the rear-view mirror and noticed Jeremy giving her ass a hard squeeze, and said quietly to myself, “Okay, darling, if that’s the way you want it…”

When everyone had left the office for the day, Donna called me and I drove over. We spent the next several hours setting up the hidden cameras, two in the large conference room where Wendy had been witnessed on Thursday, and another in her office. The cameras had zoom and pan capabilities and built-in super-sensitive microphones. We first made sure that none of the cameras were visible at first–or second–glance, then tested out everything, and then we hooked up the VCR’s, which we hid in a cabinet in Donna’s office. I had also purchased a remote control device which could receive signals from a cell phone, so that I could not only turn the VCR’s on and off by simply dialing a number, but I could see what the cameras were seeing on my wireless color PDA device.

When everything was done and set up, I announced to Donna that it was time to go home and do the same thing. She asked if she could help with that too, and I originally said I didn’t think it was a very good idea, but she argued that since she’d already become an expert with all the wiring, it made sense for me to get her help, so I assented. She followed me home, and we worked well into the night hooking up one of the remaining two cameras in the bedroom, and the other in the living room, once again checking all the circuits ağrı escort and ensuring full functionality.

Proud of our work, when all was said and done, we exchanged a friendly handshake. there was a moment there at the end of things where she looked up into my eyes and gave me a look that said she was truly willing to help me out in EVERY conceivable way. To be quite honest, if things had been as clear as they turned out to be later on, I probably would have thrown her down on the bed right then and there and done what we both wanted to do deep down, but I knew that if I fell to this temptation now, it could conceivably ruin the whole plan, so I gave her a warm, yet promising hug, and kissed her cheek, and she immediately understood where I was at. We shared a cup of coffee, and she drove home.

I spent the next two days hoping against hope that it was all for naught and that it was someone else Donna had seen that night and not my Wendy, or that somehow we could work something out. But to tell you the truth, I was not very hopeful. The night before she was to return home, I bought a soft-core porn magazine (which I hadn’t done since high school) and masturbated to images of airbrushed women with their hands between their legs so that I could at least give myself some release from the tension that I hadn’t realized (until the hug with Donna) that I needed…

Needless to say, I did my best to pretend everything was normal when she returned. The fact that she didn’t even hint that she was desirous of any sexual attentions when she returned Thursday morning led me immediately to believe that she had had more than her share during her trip. Also she told me that because of her absence from the office during the week, she would have to work late that night. I said okay, trying to disguise the tears welling up in my eyes, and told her not to work too hard. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be ju-ust fine,” she cackled as she slipped out of the door.

I waited until about when I assumed everyone would be out of the office, then dialed up my PDA to spy on my own wife. Even the thought that that’s what I was doing disgusted me, but I just HAD to know. I looked and saw that she was working at her desk. Perfectly innocent, her straight brown hair impeccably brushed, her full lips every bit as sensuous as ever. I regained a little bit of hope. Her phone rang and she picked it up. The microphone couldn’t pick up what the person on the other end of the phone was saying, but her response told me everything I needed to hear at that point: “So the coast is clear? Good. I’ll be right there, and DON’T do anything until I get there!” That was my cue, I thought, so I dialed in the code to switch the camera view to the Conference room, and dialed another to start recording everything.

I watched as the view switched to the large room with the big marble table, where Jeremy and Greg were waiting, naked and standing side-by-side with their hands folded in front of them. Kyle appeared shortly thereafter, stripped off his clothes, and took up his place next to the other two. There they stood until the door opened again, and, locking it behind her, there stood my wife of seventeen years, who was very methodically removing her clothes and folding them up neatly and draping them over one of the office chairs. Then, as she hopped up on the table and laid back with her knees up and her legs spread wide open, she started to masturbate. As she dug two fingers into her pussy and worked her clit over with the fingers of her other hand, she began to chastise them for not doing better work at their conference. But then she gave Greg congratulations for landing a big customer on the last day. “Just for that, Greggy-boy, you get to fuck my ass first. And remember what a privilege this is. I don’t even let my wimp of a husband do this to me.” As if the subject had ever come up. In other circumstances, I might have given it a try, but now the thought of it just made me nauseous. “You two,” she said, pointing to the others, “Kyle, you come and grease up my ass, and Jeremy, you start lubing Greg’s dick. Then I want both of you to take your dicks out and start jacking them while you watch us. I want you to be ready to shoot your come on my face when I start coming. And don’t you dare come before I do, Kyle, or we get to clamp those stupid-ass balls of yours like we did back at the hotel.”

Then I saw it. The look on her face when Kyle first slipped his KY-covered middle finger into her ass. I had heard that look described by Donna in the bathroom that day. Not lust, not passion, not even mischief. But evil, pure and simple. Like she knew she was doing this to herself, doing it to me, doing it to us, wanting to cuckold me, to make me suffer. I just couldn’t bring myself to watch any more. It was all true. She was a cum-slut, and a power-mad, evil one at that. I bit my lip, turned off the PDA, making sure that the video recorder was still running, stopped off at the wet bar for a stiff whiskey, and went to bed. When she returned long after midnight, I gave her an obligatory kiss, but when she rolled over and I could both see and smell traces of cum in her hair, I had to stop myself from vomiting. I got up to go to the bathroom, and dialed the code to stop the taping.

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Meghan

I need to keep raising the bar. I’ve gone from making him jerk off in front of me to lying naked next to me through a porno movie, watching me masturbate, and then making him jerk off over me as I came, a la Daddy. Most importantly, he’s trained now to know that he cannot touch me, but I can touch him. He’s definitely getting into the sex but, then, how hard was that going to be? Next stop on our journey: ‘The Lotus’, which will be a natural lead-in for him to meet Elizabeth.

Jeremy

She’d told me to meet her in a hotel bar in the city, which I did. We had a glass of wine then took a cab across midtown. The cab stopped in front of a brownstone with a small brass plate near the door, which I couldn’t read. We walked up the step and, I saw that the plate simply said ‘The Lotus’. She rang the bell. After a second, the speakerphone said: “Hello” and she simply said: “Meghan.” The door clicked open and we went in.

The place was very oriental looking, with red and gold predominating, a smell of delicate incense and the soft tinkling sounds of Chinese-like music. A middle-aged Asian woman was waiting for us. She smiled and bowed slightly and said “please, follow me,” with just the touch of an accent. We followed her down the hall and, at the end, near the back of the house I guessed, opened a door and put her hand out to indicate that we should enter.

The room was dimly lit but retained the oriental atmosphere of the hallway, down to the music and the incense. In the middle, side by side, were two massage tables, draped in white sheets with accompanying pillows. “You have requested two ladies, is that correct?”

“Yes,” said Meghan. The woman bowed slightly and left us.

When she had gone I asked Meghan: “what is this place?”

“What does it look like, it’s a massage spa … for couples”

Huh. After a very brief interval, there was a soft knock on the door and, a second or two later, it opened and two pretty, young Asian women came in, both dressed in pink tunics, rather like nurses. They almost looked like twins. They both smiled and bowed, just like the other woman. “We do steam room first?” said one of them.

“Please,” said Meghan.

“You come to dress room.” Said the talking one, and took us through the other door in the room, which led to a small hallway and another three doors. Unlike the main room, which was carpeted, this hall was tiled. She opened one of the doors, and showed us into a small room with a couple of chairs and an open closet with hangars. “You undress, please.” Pointing, she said “safe” then she handed us two bath towels and left.

“So what are we doing?” I asked.

“We’re going to sit in the steam room for a while, then we’re going to have a table shower and then we’ll finish with a massage.”

“What’s a table shower?”

“You’ll see. Take your clothes off.” And she calmly proceeded to strip. She hung up her jeans and the ever-present white shirt and placed her panties on one of the chairs. With total indifference to my presence she finally wrapped herself in the towel, covering herself from above her chest almost down to her knees. “Give me your wallet, keys and watch,” she said.

“Huh?”

“Your valuables. I’m going to put them in the safe.” I gave her my stuff and watched her put them, together with her own, into the safe. She twiddled the dial, did something, closed the safe door and spun the dial, locking the thing. While she was doing this I undressed and wrapped a towel around my waist, grateful that it was thick enough to keep my semi-hard on, firmly in place. I mean, I’m not used to casually undressing with women. It affects me.

I’d barely got the towel on, when there was a soft knock on the door and our talking friend was back. “You ready?” In the hallway was her companion who led us to one of the other doors. She opened it and cloud of steam came out. Meghan led the way in, and gracefully relinquished her towel to one of the girls as she did so. The other girl put her hand on the back of my towel and I left it behind. The door closed and there we were: in a small room billowing in steam. Meghan’s voice brought me to the far side which had a wooden bench from wall to wall. Meghan was sitting on it, legs splayed, calmly nude. I sat next to her. Luckily, my penis did not spring to attention; it just lay there – a bit larger than normal, but not really embarrassing.

We just sat there, saying nothing and not moving. After a short time I could feel the sweat starting to break out. After about five minutes or so, I was really sweating. I looked at her and saw that she was the same way. Another five minutes or so and I was dripping wet and my erection a distant memory. Just when I was starting to feel faint, the door opened and one of the girls said: “You come.”

Meghan again led and stepped out, buck naked into the hallway. The girl handed her a towel, which she wrapped aksaray escort herself in. The other girl, apparently quite indifferent to this large, sweaty, naked male right in front of her, gave me a towel, which she watched me wrap around before leading the way to another door.

This new room was not huge but was large enough to contain a tiled table about the size of a single bed, a teak chair and two large sinks. “Lady go first?” said our talker.

“Sure,” said Meghan, pointing me to the chair, which stood at the foot of the tiled table. I felt exhausted after all that steam and gratefully sat. Meghan stood by the bed while both girls, put on rubber boots and, using small wooden pails, sloshed water over the table. Meghan took off her towel and handed it to one of the girls. She looked totally at ease. I was beginning to get nervous. Both girls stood by as Meghan got on the bed face down. “You want hair wet?”

“No,” she murmured, her head turned to one side flat on the table. One of the girls poured a little water on her.

“Water warm, OK?” asked the talker. Meghan nodded ‘yes’ and they both started to dip and pour water all over her. After she was good and wet, they both took some soap and started washing Meghan by simply rubbing her body with their soapy hands. Acting in unison, they washed her hands, carefully doing each finger, then the arms and on to her shoulders. The hands ran all over Meghan’s back and then down to her ass, both girls taking turn to spread her cheeks and rub their hand up and down the crack. Ohmigosh, they’re going to do the same to me. I started to get scared. Having finished the ass they each did a leg, finishing up with a careful soaping of the toes. Meghan was now covered in soap suds which they removed by sloshing water all over her, being careful to avoid her hair. As they sloshed both of them ran their hands over her body, chasing off the suds and, again, both of them ran a wet hand up and down the crack of her ass.

Satisfied that she was suds free, the talker said: “you turn over, please.” She did so and I’m looking straight up her legs at her sex and then her breasts. My little friend started to rise up. I tried to think of the last set of accounting standards that I had read. Anything to stop that erection happening. Meanwhile, our two friends were sloshing water over her again. When that was done they both lathered their hands and started doing her toes. Then up her legs. Ohmigosh. Two pairs of hands casually rubbed soap into her groin, getting her bush nice and soapy. Then they carried on up across her belly to her breasts, which they casually lathered, two-handed; one girl to each breast. In spite of Meghan’s show of cool, I saw that her nipples quickly got hard as those little, wet hands played over them. After that they finished the rest of her off but each girl, every now and then, slid a hand back to a breast or between Meghan’s legs. They finished soaping her by, again, rubbing her whole body and, again, paying good attention to her groin and her breasts. All this time I was frantically trying to think of other things in a somewhat losing battle against an erection. Finally they were done. The sloshed water over her, again and again and, when satisfied, the talker said: “OK, you stand up now.” Meghan swung off the table, and stood by the side. One girl toweled her back and one her front, each squatting down to do her legs. That done, one of them handed her a towel and she wrapped up.

“Your turn,” she said. Luckily, I was only semi-hard so I managed to get onto the table and lie face down; I still needed to put my hand down there to get my cock to lie right. Nobody seemed to notice or, probably, care. The water was pleasantly warm and the hands felt wonderful. If it weren’t for this sex thing, it really could have been a very relaxing thing. As they moved down my back, I tensed and then felt the delicate touch of a small hand sliding up and down the crack of my ass and soaping me up. I mean, whoa! That got my cock’s attention. By the time they had finished my back, watered me down and told me turn over, I was just a little bit hard, but it was manageable. That ended in a rush when the first pair of hands slid up and down my cock. I got really stiff. Glancing at the girls, neither one of them looked the least interested in my erection even though, as I was watching, one of them soaped it, yet again, with two hands. While she was doing that, the other was soaping my balls, which must have been exceptionally unclean, for she did it again and again. I could just about see Meghan, at the foot of the table. She was smiling happily.

After that, it was more water sloshing and numerous needs to make sure that no suds lingered anyway near my cock or between my legs. My serious erection was touched and handled and touched again. A few more minutes of that I would probably have come.

Eventually they were amasya escort done and I stood up to be toweled dry. As one of them crouched in front of me, drying my legs, my stiff cock bobbed in her face. She just ignored it, except to pat it dry with her towel.

All nice and dry and wrapped in our towels back we all trooped to the original room. Meghan took the talking girl to one side and talked very quietly to her for brief while, asked her a question and got a couple of rapid nods in affirmation. That done, Meghan climbed up onto one of the massage tables and lay face down, relinquishing her towel to one of the girls. “Get up on the table, face down,” she said to me. I did so carefully, again having to adjust my cock to make lying face down comfortable. We were lying alongside one another about three feet apart.

Each girl poured some oil onto her hands, rubbed them together to warm the oil and, in unison, started on our shoulders; one girl each. My girl really knew her stuff and, from what I could see, Meghan’s was equally as good. I mean these girls were professionals. I’d had massages before, from the male attendants at the gym after wrestling matches, but they were not in this league. The massaging went on for some time – probably fifteen minutes or so and proved to be remarkably non-sexual. I mean I felt her hands on my ass and up and down my thighs, but she made no attempt to do anything but give me a vigorous massage.

It was really good, but I was beginning to worry that I might have to turn over; I’d never had to do that with the guys at the gym. When she finished with my toes, my girl removed her hands. I could see that Meghan’s girl finished at the same time. Then Meghan’s girl moved and I saw her nod across to my girl. At that, I felt a delicate stroking hand fluttering up and down my upper thighs. I saw that Meghan was getting a similar treatment. The effect on me was immediately arousing and I wiggled my legs apart to give her more access. Her hand went right between my legs and touched and fluttered around my balls. My cock was stiff so I raised my ass off the table to give my cock room. The little hand moved onto my cock playing with it from the back. My ass went even higher and her hand was now sliding up and down my shaft. “Turn over,” she said – it was the talking one.

I turned over. My cock was standing upright. Meghan had also turned and she was looking at me. My girl idly stroked my cock while Meghan’s girl stroked Meghan’s nipples with one hand while gently rubbing her between the legs with the other. As I watched, both girls took their hands away and pulled off their tunics. They were both naked. Meghan said: “you can do anything you want to them; fuck them; have them suck you off; watch them do each other or just let them give you a hand job.” I blinked rapidly. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to fuck a girl for the first time. Meghan broke my reverie: “when I say ‘you can’ I meant that in a general sense; I should have said ‘one can’. Unfortunately, you can’t. But I am going to give you a taste of what ‘one’ could do. Just remember, you don’t come until I say so. Understood?”

“Y-yeah.”

As she was talking, her girl had kept playing with her body, now, of course, with the added sensuality of the girl being as nude as Meghan. My equally nude girl had contented herself with running her hand gently up and down my thigh.

“OK,” said Meghan, starting to look slightly affected by the ministrations of her nude friend, “She’s going to let you experience what a blow job feels like, but don’t you move and don’t you dare come. You can, by the way, fondle her as much as you like. That you can do today.” Oh fuck, fuck, she was going to put my cock in her mouth. And I could touch her. The girl got onto my table and straddled my legs. She then leaned over me, her hair brushing softly against my thighs, opened her mouth and closed her lips on my cock. She then held my cock with one hand and moved her head slowly up and down, while her hand gently and slowly moved up and down my cock. She only did this three or four times before stopping. I think that was just as well because my heart was beating like I’d just run a marathon.

“Was that nice?” said Meghan, who was sounding a little short of breath herself. I could only nod. “Now me,” she said to her girl. The girl nodded, went to the foot of Meghan’s table leaned forward, placed a hand on each thigh and gently opened Meghan’s legs. “Watch her lick me,” said a breathy Meghan, “and play with that girl of yours while you watch.” The girl put her tongue out and buried her face between Meghan’s legs.

While I watched Meghan move her thighs to the rhythm of the girls tongue, my girl scooted up my legs to straddle my thighs, just six inches or so south of my twitching cock. She leaned forward and I put a hand up to touch her breasts. She smiled and nodded happily. antalya escort Then she took my other hand and placed it between her legs. Fuuuck – I was feeling pussy again and I sort of knew what to do; I slid a couple of fingers in her and she started to rock back and forth like she was fucking my fingers, smiling dreamily. Meghan’s breathing was getting louder. “Watch me come,” she panted and I did. She wasn’t as loud as before, but she clearly had had an orgasm. My girl had also watched her come and was now moving a little faster herself on my fingers. Her cunt felt very wet.

After a while, Meghan kind of shifted onto her side and propped herself up on an elbow. Her girl was now standing behind her, gently rubbing her shoulders. “I think it’s about time you actually tried a modest fuck,” Meghan whispered, “Don’t you?” Again, I couldn’t speak, I just nodded. My girl stopped rocking back and forth and moved my hand away from her pussy. “Keep still,” warned my tormentor, “don’t you move at all.” At that my girl raised her hips off my thighs, leaned forward to put her left hand on the table, took hold of my cock with her other hand and guided it to the outer lips of her cunt. She rubbed my cock a couple of times to lubricate it, I guess, then slowly lowered herself onto me. Jesus fucking Christ I had my cock in a girl! Shit! Fuck! It felt phenomenal, hot, wet, muscular in a soft way. Fucking heaven, man. The girl raised herself very, very slowly and slid almost off my cock then she sank down again, held it for a few beats and slid up and off. I’d just had my first fuck. Sort of.

‘Was that nice?” Fucking stupid question. Of course it was. But I just nodded, panting and wanting desperately to ejaculate. “Would you like to come now?”

“Yeah … please let me come. Please.”

“Well you know what I want you to do, don’t you?” I must of looked baffled because she raised an eyebrow. Then the penny dropped.

“Jerk off over you?”

“What a clever little man you are. Come and do it – when I say so.” And she beckoned my girl to come to her table, where Meghan again opened her legs and pointed my girl to get between them. She did, and started lapping away as the other girl ran her hands over Meghan’s body while Meghan put some fingers in the girl and masturbated her. She started to grunt and move her hips. “Get over here,” she panted, “stand behind me … do it now, c’mon do it, do it, oh, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck.” And just like before, to the now familiar sounds of her orgasm, I shot my come over her face and breasts, one hand pumping my cock while the other supported me on the table. As I swayed there panting, the last drops fell onto her hair – again.

We’d both come, but the two girls had not. Meghan had them stand in front of us and masturbate. The first one came with quiet little cries of “ai, ai …” The other one took longer until the first girl started sucking her nipples, then she came, with short, panting breaths. By the end of that, my cock was hard again. This prompted the talker to point at it and say, to Meghan, “you want fuck?” Needless to say, she shook her head.

After a while, one of the girls went out and came back with some steaming towels. They used a couple to wipe off the drying semen gracing Meghan, and, that done, another couple to clean my cock, which promptly stood up, yet again. Once again, the talker questioned Meghan: “you want us to do?”.

“Sure,” said my buddy, “jerk him off.” And so I lay down and watched as the two of them put oil in their palms and, in four-handed harmony, began to stroke my cock; two handed by the first girl while the other fondled my balls, then they switched roles. Back and forth, two sets of hands played with my cock, while I played with two sets of breasts, two asses and two soft little cunts. I came pretty quickly, considering it was my second performance of the evening, with a modest amount of semen that they gently wiped off with their steamed towels.

Shortly after, we dressed, retrieved our stuff from the safe and then sat down in the dressing room while the two girls, now dressed again in their smocks, served us green tea. It’s pretty surreal being served tea by two girls who bow as they hand you the cup, cradled in hands that only fifteen minutes earlier had been jerking you off.

I slept well that night.

Meghan

The first time I went to The Lotus was with John, of course. That first time he’d ordered two women but, after that, he’d usually order one of each: a girl for him and a guy for me. He loved watching other guys do me. And, since I’d made the major mistake of telling him about my father’s little quirk, he loved to see guys jerk off over my face. So, inevitably, that’s how the sessions would end. What he never really figured out was that I got seriously turned on by the Daddy thing, even after I gave up fucking guys I still wanted the facials from time to time.

Anyway, I had a good time with Jeremy. I especially liked letting him feel a mouth on his cock, followed by a tiny piece of pussy. Even better, the sap obeyed me and kept still while she sucked and fucked him. I have totally got him trained, I think. Next time, with Elizabeth, I’ll let him do a little bit more.

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I might as well start at the beginning, many years ago. The first time I ever saw Trish, my beloved wife and lover of several years’ standing, was really quite a revealing occasion.

Back in those days, I was about 19 or 20, and I usually woke and got up quite early. On this particular sunny spring morning, I was up and about at around 6:00 am. I went down and fetched the milk in off the front doorstep (our milkman always was an early bird) and got myself some Corn Flakes in the kitchen while I waited for George, my flatmate, to surface.

As I tucked into my cereal, I happened to cast an eye out through the garden window; and said eye was immediately caught by a movement in the garden of the house that backed onto ours. I noticed that a girl had just emerged into their garden, carrying a basket of washing; I guess she wanted to get it onto the line to benefit from the day’s sunshine before she went off to work.

Hmmm. Now, that was funny; last I knew, it was an elderly couple who lived in that house. Apparently someone else had moved in without our noticing. Well, she was certainly an improvement over the previous residents!

She was maybe two or three years older than me, and perhaps a bit on the plump side, but still she was pretty tasty. (Yes, I know, to a bloke the age I was then, anything female is tasty … still, she really wasn’t at all bad-looking, and I’m not just saying that because Trish is going to be reading this!) But what really caught my attention was that she was standing there in her garden, hanging out her washing, wearing a not very substantial nightie.

Well, that was a nice enough start to the day – but my eyes really came out on stalks a moment later, when I cottoned on that the early morning sun was shining clear through her nightie. Clear enough, I might say, to give me a damn good view of parts of her figure that wouldn’t usually be on public exhibition!

Then things got better still – she stretched up to peg some smaller items onto the line. And I realised now that not only was that nightie almost see-through, it was also pretty damn short. I couldn’t quite believe it at first – I thought she must be wearing a pair of tiny, dark panties. But then she turned round and bent down (from the waist – most indiscreet with that nightie, really) to pick up the next item out of her washing basket. And all unknowing as far as I could tell, she presented me with a perfect view of her bum, along with an enticing little dark triangle, before she turned back to the line and stretched up even higher.

There was no doubt about it, she was flashing her pussy at me each time she stretched up, and her pleasantly plump bottom each time she bent down!

Well, needless to say, I forgot all about my cereal and concentrated on the view.

I could only imagine that either she wasn’t bothered about the chance of being seen because she thought it was too early for anyone else to be about, or else she simply hadn’t realised how much was on show as she bent and stretched. I thought about calling George to wake up and come down for a gander… No, he always took a long time to surface, and she’d probably be gone in again by the time he got here. I’d miss my own chance to watch if I left the window to try to wake him up.

Oh, well, tough titty, George! I always said the early bird catches the worm – although in this case it was more of a case of the early worm watching the bird, I suppose.

And after about ten minutes, the object of my voyeuristic delight finished hanging out her washing and went back indoors, leaving me staring at a bowl of very soggy Corn Flakes, trying to adjust my trousers and wondering whether I’d been dreaming.

– o –

Over the next week or two, I came to realise that this bird was a bit of a closet exhibitionist, as you might say; or at least she was when she could pretend to herself that it was accidental. When I thought about it, I realised that thanks to some well-placed trees and fences, ours was the only house that looked onto the back of theirs, and the ground floor window from which I watched her wasn’t actually all that obvious. She must have decided that meant there wasn’t too much chance of her being observed during her little flashing episodes.

Anyway, whatever her reasons, over the next few weeks I spotted her in the early mornings in her garden several more times, always “dressed” in a similarly translucent nightie (but not always the same one – I have to say, I approved of her taste in nightwear). Sometimes she was putting the washing out, and sometimes she was doing some sort of gentle wake-up gymnastics, which she apparently preferred to do in the open air. I became a very regular early riser – in more than one sense of the word!

Just once, indeed, first thing in the morning after a particularly hot and muggy night, she opened her back door, and stood there looking out into the garden, in the sunlight, completely starkers. Maybe she’d been sleeping in the raw, or just come out of the shower, or something. tokat escort She had her usual light nightie in her hand, and after a quick stretch in the sunlight she slipped into it. But hell, she could have done that before opening the door – it had to have been a deliberate little dare to herself, even if she was pretty sure there was nobody to see her. And nice firm little knockers she had too, (as if I hadn’t already seen them in silhouette through her nighties often enough).

I started to pay more attention to our garden during weekends and summer evenings, too. And over a few weeks, it became quite clear to George and me that neither she nor her flatmate were all that shy anyway. Even apart from the early mornings when “my” bird presumably thought there was nobody watching, they didn’t seem much bothered about their bits being on view.

It was a sunny summer that year, and the girls spent quite a bit of it sunbathing, usually in pleasantly brief bikinis. And quite often, though only (worse luck!) when they were lying face-down, the bikini tops would be unfastened. George and I had a wonderful time, apart from trying very hard not to be too obvious about staring! But I never did tell him then about the early morning shows I was getting – serve him right for being such a slug-a-bed.

Trouble is, I was young; and at that age I was very shy. Even when both we and they were in our respective gardens, I never quite dared to try to make an excuse to talk to her over the fence, though by now we were on nodding acquaintance. I mean, it would spoil all my fantasies if she had a steady boyfriend or something already. I could hardly go up to her and say, “Hi – I saw you flashing your naughty bits in the garden a few mornings ago – fancy a date?” – and I just couldn’t think of a proper line to start a conversation with. So I kept her as the object of my fantasies.

Then, later that summer, George and I heard through a mate about a house that was coming up for rent in a little village a few miles away. Despite the attractions we were enjoying in the garden behind ours, this other place was a lot bigger for about the same money, and the village was a nice “Olde Worlde” one with a couple of first-class pubs; so, slightly reluctantly, we decided to go for it.

We were just finishing moving all our stuff out into the Hertz rent-a-van for the final trip, when I remembered that my old man’s lawn-mower was still in the garden shed. We’d borrowed it a day or two before to cut our back lawn, so as to leave the place looking tidyish, and never got round to returning it. I dashed round the back to get it, so that we could drop it in as we went past my parents’ place on our way to our new home.

Well, I hadn’t been paying any attention at all to our garden neighbours that day, simply because we’d been too damn busy with the moving. I now saw that they were both out in their garden sunbathing (as usual in good weather), and both were reading. But now, as I went back into the garden to get the mower, I realised to my delight that both of them were also, as was admittedly not unusual, sunbathing topless.

However, while the one I’d been fancying was lying face down as usual, her mate was lying on her back! She was reading a paperback held above her, using it to shade her face from the sun and getting some of that sun on her tits. And the fact that I was on the other side of the fence, and that her knockers were clearly visible to me, just didn’t seem to bother her at all. She didn’t stir, or react in any way to my presence. I couldn’t help noticing that she had quite remarkably long, dark brown nipples; they must have been near-on ½” long! (not that I was staring, of course – heaven forfend!)

As I came nearer their end of our garden, heading for our shed, she started to move her book. I thought, of course, that she’d seen me coming and was going to shield her boobs from view with it. But whether she’d seen me or not (and I’m sure she must have), she just lowered the book over her face as if she was taking a nap for a minute. Of course, this meant she could pretend she hadn’t noticed me – but her tits were still clearly on show, and by obscuring her own face she was giving me tacit permission to cop an eyeful!

Well, of course I stopped and stared for a moment or two, but then the one I thought of as “mine” noticed me, lifted herself up on one arm (giving me a fairish flash of her own tits – small but perfectly formed, as you might say) and said, “Well? Are you going to stand there staring at Claire’s boobs all day? If you’re that nosy, it’s a good thing you’re moving!”

I blushed beetroot (like I said, I was still pretty young and innocent) and turned rapidly back to the shed, totally lost for words and feeling very small and embarrassed. Shy wasn’t the word!

I got the lawn-mower, then walked back out to the front of the house, being very careful not to look back – I thought I could feel eyes on the back of my neck, and I really didn’t know what to do yozgat escort with myself. I carried the mower out to the van where George was waiting in the driver’s seat, and we drove off.

It wasn’t until we were nearly at our destination that I managed to get myself back together enough to tell George what had just happened.

“You bastard, Dave! You might have told me while there was still time for me to sneak a peek too!”

Well, it was too late now – we’d already dropped the mower off, and passed the estate agents and returned the key, and we couldn’t think of a good excuse to ask for it back. George was well pissed off, but there wasn’t much to be said, so we carried on to our new residence and moved our stuff in.

– o –

Once we’d moved in to the new place, we naturally assumed that was the last we’d see of “our” two girls; but to my surprise we met them again a few months later, when the winter party season started. As it turned out, we had mutual acquaintances; and a whole bunch of us seemed to go to the same round of parties and constantly bump into each other.

The first time we saw them again, George didn’t even recognise them in their party gear. But there was no way I’d forget the one I’d been peeping at and lusting after, even if I still didn’t know her name yet! I could hardly believe my eyes -I’d been fantasising about her as my ‘lost love’, on and off, for months; and here she was in front of me again. Mind you, she was dressed a lot more decently than she’d tended to be in her own garden. In fact, she was wearing a surprisingly conservative dress. I soon discovered that she was a lot less free and easy about showing off her charms in company than when she thought there was nobody about, especially when her more liberated friend Claire wasn’t egging her on.

She greeted me cheerfully enough, though. “Hello, Nosey Parker!” she grinned, “Come back for another stare, then, have you?” And she made as if to slip one strap of her dress off her shoulder.

Then she hesitated a moment, and said, “Oh, come on, let’s have a dance – after all, we do sort of know each other already, and the talent here’s pretty lousy apart from you!”

Backhanded compliments, yet?

We danced for a few numbers and exchanged names. Hers, I finally discovered, was Trish. “Well,” she continued in a rather posh accent, “actually, Patricia to my Mum, but that’s too snooty – I tell all my friends to call me Trish.” I positively preened at the implication that this rather sophisticated bird already had me categorised as a friend!

At her request I went to get us each a glass of wine when the number finished, and we sat down in a corner to chat for a bit. She mentioned that Claire was there too (I hadn’t spotted her yet). I told her that George was around also, then both of them happened past in rapid succession, and next thing all four of us were sitting together, chatting as if we were all old friends. And I suppose in a way we were.

Over the next few times that we met at parties, I soon realised there was something about Trish that I just couldn’t get out of my mind. George didn’t think all that much to her at all; he was much more attracted by Claire, who had a head of heavy, waist-length hair that was so dark as to be almost blue-black. She was also rather tall and leggy, with a high-cheeked Romany sort of look to her. Totally mismatched to her name, in fact, come to think of it. But Trish, although much less exotic looking, was definitely the one that took my fancy.

As I said, we kept on bumping into the two of them on and off during that autumn and winter at parties, and we usually had a dance or two with each other. I found Trish quite willing to snuggle up against me sexily in the slow numbers, but still I couldn’t get up the nerve to ask her for a proper date. Like I said, I was painfully shy, and I just didn’t realise that she was giving me fairly clear “come-on” signals.

The girls told us that they still lived together in the town house that backed onto our old one, while George and I were now about 10-15 miles away in the village we’d moved to. So we really didn’t have much opportunity to get to know them better, except when we met them at parties – but we took good advantage of those fairly frequent opportunities.

In the end, George got his nerve up before me. He eventually made a date to take Claire to the cinema (to see “Where Eagles Dare”), one night in the depths of that winter. He and I agreed that I would drive him into town (we shared a car as well as a house), then I was going to go and spend the evening with my Mum and Dad, who lived quite nearby. Mind you, I must admit that a major reason for this show of filial devotion was so I could drop my washing off with my Mum and snitch a few cakes off her!

Then I was to come back to collect George later on, when the film was over.

All this went according to plan, despite some fairly filthy winter weather as we drove in; but unknown to me, Claire nearly zonguldak escort chickened out of her date after I dropped George and left. She got nervous, then ended up asking Trish to come along to the movie too, to “play gooseberry”.

I gather George wasn’t too impressed at first (I imagine he’d been hoping for a bit of back-row nookie), but he accepted the decision gracefully enough when he thought it through. After all, it meant that he got to squire two birds, which always makes you look good! So they all three walked round to the cinema together – it was just a few hundred yards round the block from Trish and Claire’s house.

Meanwhile, I went back to my parents’ place and spent a pleasant enough evening with them – Mum’s cakes were as good as ever, and now that I’d moved out, my Dad and I seemed to get on with each other a lot better than we had when I was still living at home.

Around 10 o’clock that night, I came back to the girls’ pad to pick George up, but found nobody at home. Of course, I assumed that Trish must have gone somewhere else separately. I sat around in the car waiting for them for a bit, but it was getting bitterly cold by now, and just for good measure it had started to snow quite heavily. We couldn’t afford the petrol to run the engine to keep the heater working while I sat there, and I soon got very chilly.

So, for lack of anything else to do, I buttoned up my coat, shoved my hands deep into my pockets to keep them warm, and trekked round to the cinema to meet them. I reckoned I’d keep warmer walking, even in the snow, than I would if I just sat in the car with the engine off.

It was a bloody cold walk, but it was indeed warmer than sitting slowly freezing in a cooling car. I soon got round to the cinema, and passed a few minutes reading the “Forthcoming Attractions” posters.

Just as I was starting to get a bit fed up waiting, the three of them came out of the auditorium. Of course, I wasn’t expecting to see Trish there, as I hadn’t realised she was going along. Seeing her was quite a pleasant surprise – I suddenly realised I’d been feeling a bit lonely, what with George seeing Claire while I hadn’t been expecting to be seeing Trish.

We walked back to their house together in a group. George naturally walked beside Claire, so I strolled along behind them with Trish and listened to her as she chatted to me about the film, which she’d really enjoyed.

It seemed that Claire had dressed quite lightly for her date, even if she had had second thoughts at the last moment about being alone with a strange man; and now she started feeling the cold and was shivering quite violently. So good old George showed off his Yorkshire macho, shucking his coat off and wrapping it round her shoulders while he walked casually along in the frost and snow in his shirt sleeves. Very romantic I’m sure, but a bit bloody brassy for my taste!

Trish had dressed more sensibly for the weather – after all, she wasn’t the one originally expecting a bit of a snog – and she didn’t seem to feel the need any extra wrapping, for which I was heartily thankful! However, as we ambled back she suddenly slipped on a patch of ice under the snow, and she could have fallen quite painfully if I hadn’t quickly put an arm out to steady her. And of course, once I’d put that arm round her, it seemed like a good idea to keep it there. Hmmm. She didn’t seem to mind – indeed, she snuggled into me – and she made a remarkably comfortable armful!

We soon got back to their pad, and the girls invited us in for a (very) welcome hot drink before we drove back to our own place. All four of us sat in their front room around the electric fire for a while, drinking coffee and nattering; and then Claire, who’d been holding hands with George for some time, exchanged a knowing look with him that I suspect Trish and I weren’t supposed to notice.

“‘Scuse us,” she said, “but I think George and I are going to go and sit in the other room for a few minutes to – er – say goodbye. You two don’t mind being left alone for a bit, do you?”

Naturally we excused them, and they went off into the back room, presumably for a quick goodnight snog – Claire seemed to have lost her previous nervousness with George completely!

Since George and Claire had already suggested the idea, I took the opportunity to sidle up to Trish on their sofa, and put an arm round her shoulder as we chatted; and before long we were having a kiss and cuddle ourselves. And a very cuddly person she was too, as I’d already noticed during the walk back.

So, being the randy young sod I was, I decided now was the time to try my favourite party trick. I’d managed to develop the knack of unfastening a bird’s bra with only one hand, from outside her dress, while just seeming to be kneading the middle of her back. It didn’t always work, depending on the type of clasp; but if it failed, the victim usually didn’t even realise what I’d been up to, which to my mind made it a fairly safe game to play.

This time, it worked a charm. Trish gasped in surprise as her bra suddenly pinged undone under my ministrations. I eyed her a bit nervously for a moment while I waited for her reaction – would I get a smack in the puss for my cheek? But she just raised her eyebrows, grinned back at me and snuggled a bit closer.

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The following story is written for entertainment purposes and has no relation to actual persons.

My name is Nancy and the following series of stories are, why don’t we just say, based on my life. They are written for entertainment and I think maybe for therapy purposes!

I am 37 years old and married to a wonderful husband. I have two stepsons (his) and one son (mine). All my life I have loved sex. I was blessed with great looks and I learned early how to use my body to get what I wanted. I guess you could call me a nymphomaniac, or maybe a sex addict. I don’t know but it hasn’t hurt me any I guess.

All the characters in my stories, including me, are all above 18.

*

Fresh from her 18th birthday, Nancy Anderson, an energetic teenager in her senior year of high school, was running up her front walk, flushed and sweating from a intense, but short, cheerleading practice. The flushed face was from more than just physical exertion though, because cheerleading practice always turned Nancy on.

Even if it was just practice, there were always people hanging around watching, especially the boys and men coaches. And they always stared at Nancy because of the way her big, round pear sized tits bounced up and down when she jumped, and her big nipples hardened and poked out, making little bumps visible in the front of her lettered sweater.

She could tell the boys and coaches were turned on too when they watched her jiggle her tits and flash her white cotton panties at them as she danced, jumped and did splits in the air.

Although still a virgin, watching the boys stare at her made her all soft and squirmy inside. Nancy absolutely loved being watched and being the center of attention. She was a real show-off!

With an eye catching 5′-4″ frame, a tiny waist and a beautiful heart-shaped ass, Nancy Anderson was a living doll and one of the most popular seniors in her school. She had a beautiful face, framed by her thick mane of chestnut hair, full lips, an impish smile revealing perfect white teeth and an upturned nose with just enough freckles to be cute. Her large green eyes were high-lighted by her golden skin, tan from hours at the pool. Glad practice was over, it meant she could dash home and strip off her clothes, climb into the shower and then do what she really liked. That was to soap up her hard body and brush her hands across her sensitive nipples and the smooth lips of her cunt, slowly at first then faster and faster until that wonderful feeling started to shoot through her, making her shake and shiver.

With her right hand busy rubbing and plunging into her pussy she would use her left hand to tease and squeeze, to rub and softly pinch her rock hard clit. Then she would throw her head back letting the spray from the shower caress her face while she humped and fucked away at her hand. The spasms of climax would grow stronger and stronger until finally she would scream as the shattering orgasm would blast through her, leaving her limp and gasping for air, ever so relaxed and satisfied.

Just thinking about getting herself off as she ran home from school made her hotter and hornier than ever. She was concentrating so hard on masturbating that she didn’t notice the strange car parked in the driveway when she dashed up the front walk.

Inside the door she stripped her sweater over her head in one long smooth motion. Pulling her hair from the sweater, she let her ripe tits bounce free. Nancy didn’t’t like to wear a bra, it made her feel imprisoned. She liked the way it felt with her tits waving free inside her blouse or sweater. Her nipples were so sensitive rubbing on the material. She had already been counselled twice by her teachers for not wearing a bra to school but she didn’t care. Who were they to tell her what to do!

Dropping her sweater on the stairway banister as she started up the steps, her hands now cupping and squeezing her swelling tits, fingers playing with the stiff nipples. She was panting hard, both from the running and from the sexual excitement radiating from her steamy cunt and tingling tits. She was halfway up the stairs when she realized there were other sounds in the house! They were sounds Nancy didn’t recognize at first.

She stopped on the stairs and listened. The noises were coming from upstairs, from the direction of her mother’s bedroom. She looked at her watch thinking her mother should still be at work. Not knowing what to expect, but still curious, she crept silently the rest of the way up the stairs and looked down the hall. The door to her mother’s bedroom was partially open.

As she tiptoed down the hall to the open door she recognized something familiar in some of the sounds. She double-dated once with her best friend Kearstin and had watched when she and her boyfriend fucked in the back seat of the car. Those were the kind of noises coming from her mother’s bedroom! Little grunts and pleasure moans, shrieks of joy and the sounds of damp flesh slapping into damp flesh.

When rize escort Nancy reached the doorway, she slowly carefully peeked around the corner of the doorframe to look. She could just has well have stood out in the open, for the two people on the bed wouldn’t have noticed her if she’s been stark naked, painted purple and blowing a trumpet. They were way too busy with what they were doing!

Like most people, Nancy had never really thought of her mother fucking. And, now there she was, flat on her back on the bed, legs spread wide, knees drawn up, while a man Nancy didn’t recognize, but who was younger than her mother, pumped his enormous cock in and out of her mother’s cunt.

Nancy gasped, not so much with outrage as with desire. Seeing that great prick sliding ball’s deep in and out of her mother’s naked pussy was making the girl hotter and hornier than she could ever remember being before!

Nancy was only half naked-the top half. As the erotic scene in front of her raised her own desires, she plunged one hand inside the waistband of her skirt and panties to seek out her own wet clit. Her other hand was already massaging one of her big rubbery tits, her thumb rubbing back and forth across her hard little nipple.

Nancy’s eyes were riveted to the muscular man’s ass cheeks clenching up and down, faster and faster, slamming and ramming his big cock into her mother’s slippery cunt. Nancy could see his balls slapping against her mom’s upturned ass cheeks as he fucked.

The faster and harder he moved, the faster Nancy moved her fingers across her own clit. Her left hand now squeezing and rubbing her heavy tits, her thumb and forefinger teasing and pinching her rigid nipples while the scene on the bed in front of her moved faster and faster toward a mighty climax.

Nancy’s mother squealed and lifted her legs higher to wrap them around the man’s muscular pumping ass cheeks. Locking her ankles over his bucking ass she began to pull him down, forcing him to ram his powerful prick to the hilt with each mighty stroke.

Watching the sweaty couple made Nancy double her efforts on own juicy pussy and swelling tits. Even before the couple on the bed exploded in orgasmic ecstasy, Nancy could sense her own climax building until, unable to hold it back and enjoy it any longer, she plunged her hand deep into her cunt bumping her rigid clit with her wrist as she did so. A thumb and forefinger holding a hard nipple involuntarily squeezing it hard pinching the rod-like nip in a powerful grip.

Without knowing it, Nancy let out a series of joyous shrieks. Her hips bucked powerfully forward and upward as if her cunt was trying to swallow up the hand that was bring it so much joy. Her left hand closed on her large right tit as she forced the hard nipple toward her lush red lips to suck it.

Her body vibrated and shook, bucked and surged with the force of the orgasm rocketing through it. Her thighs shuddered as the spasms washed down from her straining cunt. Her stomach muscles clenched with the surging contractions passing through them.

Biting her lip to keep from screaming, she imagined herself in her mothers place, as she watched the couple fucking through half glazed eyes.

Then it was over, leaving her leaning exhausted on the door frame. Her knees almost buckling beneath her. Even so, her eyes still riveted on the fucking figures on her mother’s bed.

As her mother began to cry out rhythmically, her voice began to catch with each slam of that huge cock, her hips pounding upwards, matching the man stroke for stroke. Nancy could feel the tension beginning to build within herself again, and so soon! After all she’d just had an enormous climax.

Nancy was starting to stroke her own pussy and tits again but just then her mother let out a long wailing moan, her arms and legs locked around the man, forcing his hips against hers, driving his great prick to the depths of her cunt. She pulled him down on top of her, his chest squashing her big firm tits.

The couple were now a throbbing, fucking, moaning, vibrating mass of erotic flesh as the woman came and came and came again. The man’s ass clenched tightly, his head thrown back as he froze balls deep in her mother’s cunt, Nancy could tell he was shooting his cum deep in her mothers pussy!

Suddenly Nancy realized the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the sloppy liquid sound of a big cock pistoning in and out of a dripping cunt had stopped. The only sound she heard were the panting breaths of the pair on the bed and her own gasps as she leaned weakly on the doorframe.

Her mother and the man were laying still, her legs and arms still locked tightly around him. Nancy was lucky, both her mother and the man had their heads turned the other way looking away from her.

She backed silently away from the door then turned and tiptoed back down the hall to the stairs. She crept downstairs, hoping the boards wouldn’t creek. Picking up her sweater from sakarya escort the banister, she slipped it back over her sweat coated tits and went to the downstairs bathroom to wash up.

When she felt more presentable, Nancy went to the kitchen and poured herself a big glass of cold water. She didn’t know who the man was but there was something about him that seemed vaguely familiar. Then she remembered passing a car in the driveway.

She went out the back door and down the drive to inspect the car. It was a brand new corvette convertible but it had out of state plates, from Georgia. That’s when she realized the visitor fucking her mother was her UNCLE STEWART, her father’s youngest brother!

Nancy’s mother and father had been divorced for a few years and her father lived in Georgia so she didn’t see him much. And she hadn’t seen Uncle Stewart since she was a little girl but she remembered him the best of all her father’s family. And she especially remembered having a huge crush on him!

That stopped her again. How would she act after what she’d just seen? Or for that matter, how did she really feel about what she’d seen?

She thought about it for a minute or two, trying to be as honest with herself as she could. Then it came to her. She was jealous! She was actually jealous of her own mother! She wanted that big hard cock shoved into her own cunt, slamming back and forth into the center of her stomach, giving it the thrills and joys it had given her mother!

Nancy grinned to herself and resolved that, before he left town, she was going to find some way to get her Uncle Stewart to take her virginity! Better it be somebody she trusted right? What was she saying, her headed spinning. She wanted to be fucked!

Nancy didn’t want her uncle and mother to know what she’d seen, at least not just yet. She decided to act as if she had just arrived home so once more she jogged up the front walk, her big tits bouncing and swaying loose inside her sweater.

This time, she banged the door loudly when she opened it, and shouted, “Is anybody home? Mom? There’s a strange car in the driveway!”

“Just a minute dear!” her mother called from upstairs. “Your Uncle Stewart just drove in. He’s in the shower right now so you’ll have to wait a few minutes. He was all hot and tired from the long drive.”

Nancy giggled. She knew that her Uncle was all “hot and tired” but it was from “driving” his big cock into her own mother!

“Okay, Mom, I’ll wait. But I hope it won’t be too long. I have to shower, put on my new cheerleader outfit, get some dinner and be back at the field by six-thirty at the latest!”

Her mother came down the stairs in a robe and slippers, drying the end of her curly dark hair and smiling. She was in an exceptionally good mood.

“Nancy dear, you shouldn’t have too wait long. I got home early from work today and what a surprise it was when Stewart drove up. I was just getting ready to take a bath when he arrived. I’ve taken mine now, so as soon as he’s done you can take yours. He’s taking me out for a quick supper then we’ll both go to the game. Stewart’s never seen his favorite niece cheer and he said he’s looking forward to it!”

“Hey that’s great Mom! Is he still as handsome as I remember him?”

“Even more so dear! The last time you saw him he was about the same age you are now. He’s matured a lot since then.”

I’ll bet he has, Nancy thought to herself, unable to keep from letting out a short, snorting laugh.

“What’s so funny Nancy?” her mother asked. Nancy blushed and answered, “Oh nothing much. I just thought of something I saw earlier today.”

They chatted for a couple of minutes until they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “That must be Stewart now,” Nancy’s mother said.

Nancy jumped up as the tall, handsome man in his early thirties entered the room. “Good God!” he exclaimed, his eyes roaming over Nancy’s glorious figure from her shapely legs to her lush full tits. “My favorite little niece sure has changed since I last saw her!”

“Hi! Uncle Stewart!” Nancy said with a broad grin on her blushing face as she ran to him and threw her arms around him. She lifted her face as he started to kiss her on the forehead and mashed her lips against his while at the same time firmly, but in a way her mother couldn’t see, thrust her hips hard against his groin and held herself there.

She could tell her uncle knew what she was doing. His hips arched forward slightly as their bodies mashed together, jamming a hard bulge into her crotch. A little shiver shot through Nancy as she felt swallowed up by his huge hard muscular frame with his arms wrapped around her little body.

Stewart broke the embrace and said with a smile on his face, “Well Nancy it looks like you and I will have to get acquainted all over again. It must be nearly ten years since I last saw you. You were a cute little girl then but now you are truly a lovely young woman!”

Slightly samsun escort embarrassed by the compliment, Nancy giggled. “You aren’t so bad yourself Uncle Stewart. You have to excuse me now though. I have to shower and change. I’m due at the football field in an hour.”

She ducked around him and dashed up the stairs. The feel of his arms around her, his hard belly against hers, and his stiffening cock against her pussy, even through her skirt and panties, had startled her juices flowing like she couldn’t believe. Her panties were soaking wet in the crotch by the time she got upstairs to her room.

Swiftly peeling off her clothes she left a trail as she went to the bathroom. Kind of accidentally – on purpose, she forgot to close and lock the door.

The doors to the shower were a semi clear glass. Nancy turned the shower on letting the warm spray wash over her sleek hard body. She lathered herself thoroughly, washed and then rinsed off. Then she lathered her strip of dark pubic hair until there was a heavy foam of suds. Fantasizing about a handsome stud, she let her right hand roam over and around her pussy, softly and gently stimulating her desires.

Suddenly the image of the handsome stud was replaced by the flash of her handsome uncle. Shivering, gasping Nancy let a long slim middle finger slip into the slot between her swelling and sensitive cunt-lips while her thumb tenderly nudged her hardening clit.

Dreaming of her uncle’s big, hard cock, the one that had been sloshing in and out of her mother’s cunt, Nancy began to work finger after finger into her hot oozing cunt as little tremors started to bolt through her beautiful body.

She raised her free hand and ran it up her firm belly to her soap-slicked tits. Cupping one then the other she squeezed them gently working her fingers around her hardening nipples running her forefinger around and around the puckering pink areolas.

Taking a firmer grip on the slippery flesh, she bowed her head and hoisted a firm heavy tit toward her mouth licking the straining nipple with her long tongue. Finally she managed what she was after – getting her whole nipple into her hot mouth.

That, combined with her hand, so busy stroking and plunging in and out of her steaming cunt, was getting Nancy so hot she couldn’t stay still. With the warm soft spray beating down on her, her mouth closed around her swelling growing nipple and her right hand fucking her eager pussy, her climaxes began.

The first ones were quick and shallow hardly more than shivers. They seemed to spread from her clit and the tips of her nipples in little waves that spread out in all directions like ripples in a pond.

As her reactions grew in strength and frequency she began to pant loudly, no longer able to keep her lips closed around her throbbing nipple, the spasms blasting through her. They shot like thunderbolts from her flaming clit down the insides of her thighs. Electric sparks seemed to flick up her belly deep into her stomach up to her tits.

She began to squeeze her tits harder, pinching and twisting her rigid nipples, teasing them until they stretched in length. Her right hand was moving harder and faster. Her fingers gooey with cream, plunged in and out of her cunt. Her thumb rubbed and pushed on her clit.

Her head thrown back, the shower spray beat down on her gorgeous face. The warm stream washed down over her lush tits. The water flowed down to the thatch of light brown hair between her legs. Her hand was now almost a blur, pistoning in and out of her cunt, bringing her closer and closer to that longed for relief. Her whole body was on fire with the need to come!

The little climaxes continued to grow. She was shaking and quivering all over, but still that big blast wouldn’t come. Nancy was so into getting herself off that she didn’t hear the footsteps enter the bathroom, swept away by the approaching orgasm pounding in her ears and the spray washing down on her trembling body.

A deep masculine voice startled her.

“Why Nancy! What are you doing?”

Opening her eyes in the shock of being caught, Uncle Stewart was staring down at her with a look of amazement on his face. He knew he should turn and run but his feet were frozen to the floor as he took in the amazing sight of Nancy’s tight wet body, those tits, that flat muscular tummy.

The soft voice and the realization she had been caught was just enough to give her that final push.

Staring right at her Uncle, three fingers plunging deep in her cunt, a thumb pressed hard on her clit with her other hand closed on the nipple of her right tit pinching hard.

Her mouth opened as she let out a long soft shriek. Her hips bucked and jumped as if trying to force her creaming cunt to swallow her whole hand. A huge riptide of contraction jetted through her torso, her arms, her legs.

Her body clenched and shook, her knees gave way and she slowly slid to the floor of the shower, shivering and jerking as the most powerful orgasm she had ever had wracked her glorious body.

As her spasms diminished and died away, she looked up at her uncle Stewart with a twinkle in her eye, an innocent smile spread across her sensuous lips as she realized it was the “being watched” part that set off her final orgasm.

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The subway was packed, which was usual for a Friday afternoon. I hadn’t bothered to find a seat, just staked out a support pole and hung on tenaciously. Bodies pressed from three sides, and I was feeling distinctly like a sardine in a can. With each stop, people flowed into and out of the car, crowding us further. As the doors slid shut, I was jammed tightly against my pole, nearly knocked off my heels by the surge of humanity. I reached up and snagged a ceiling strap, clinging like a barnacle as the train jerked into motion. The tide behind me swayed alarmingly, and I was shoved hard, stumbling forward. I felt an arm slip around my waist and haul me upright.

“You all right?” a warm voice in my ear murmured, and I nodded, starting to turn my head to look at my rescuer. “Don’t look back,” he ordered, and I froze. “There now…perfect…” the voice was mesmerizing.

I felt a hand skim my hip, reaching lower to where the short skirt gave way to stocking-clad thigh. The other hand deftly took mine in a firm but gentle grip and towed it back, placing it on warm, hard, bare flesh. I barely stopped my gasp as that registered and I understood his intent. My fingers encircled him as best they could, with quite a large gap between. His grip around my waist tightened. I paused, firming my grip, and heard a soft groan.

“Oh urfa escort yesss,” his voice was a hiss.

I stroked slowly, casually looking around to see if anyone was taking notice. I felt something brush my knee, and glancing down, I spied a bit of very good quality material, probably a trench coat. I repressed a giggle, thinking of flashers, but was glad his coat was shielding us. No one looked my way, except one tall man who was standing a few feet away. He smiled impersonally and turned his gaze over the heads of our fellow train mates to stare blankly out a window. My companion pressed closer, his hand now under my skirt, caressing my hip. His fingers were firm and warm on my skin, making slow circles, inching forward. I sucked in my breath, my knees feeling weak, but was kept upright by his arm and the press of the bodies around us.

“So hot…” he almost growled, the hand finding its goal and cupping my wetness. I stiffened as he squeezed, but relaxed as he murmured soothing nonsense and started to caress me through my skimpy thong. I moaned low, the noise of the crowd masking my sound of pleasure. “You like that,” he whispered. It wasn’t a question. I nodded and his fingers nudged aside the thin silk, slipping one long digit inside me. I barely repressed a loud gasp.

He sivas escort stroked slow, directing me to match his rhythm, and a surge of dizzy desire shot through me like a bolt of lightning. A second finger joined the first, teasing, exploring, curving to brush the spot inside behind my clit. I came, not intensely, but enough to soak his hand. My thighs felt slippery as I clamped his hand between them and shuddered. I didn’t dare look down, afraid I’d direct someone’s attention to what he was doing to me. I glanced around, but no one seemed to be watching. Then he moved his hand to my hip, steadying me.

“Drop your purse,” he ordered, and without stopping to think, I let go of the overhead strap and made a theatrical grab for the pole, allowing the strap of my handbag to slide off my arm and hit the ground. I was vaguely amazed there was any room for it to fall.

“Pick it up.”

I bent, my hips pressing against his hardness, groping for the purse and gasping in dismay as it slithered away. I stretched out my hand, ignoring the grumblings of the people above me. Setting my feet in their tottering heels firmly, I dove lower, managing to get a grip on the handles. The movement caused my ass to push back and up, and I felt him quickly shove aside my thong and slide home. tekirdağ escort I hoped the growl in my throat was put down to frustration as I lost purchase on my bag. He was impossibly big inside me, and I felt every inch as he drove to the hilt. I wished I could see how we looked, and prayed we didn’t get arrested. I caught the elusive purse and tried to stand again. A helpful grip on the neck of my jacket got me upright again, his cock firmly lodged inside me.

I was glad my short skirt was full enough to look normal in the front; the back was pushed up to my hips. He wound his arm around my waist again, not stroking, just letting the sway of the train’s movement make tiny electric movements that made me whimper. I covered the sound by faking a sneeze, using the moment to clamp hard and was rewarded with a low moan. Smiling to myself, for the next three stops I tightened and released with a steady rhythm, caressing the thick cock lodged deep inside my sopping pussy.

“God, you’re tight,” he breathed, his grip around my waist pulling me even closer.

As we approached the next to the last stop, he eased out, letting my skirt fall back into place. He had not come, but I had, several times. I felt a kiss on my neck and a swift movement behind me as the doors whooshed open.

“Meet me at the car, darling,” I heard, and felt an affectionate pat on my hip. I turned and caught a glimpse of a tan trench coat disappearing into the crowd on the platform. Now I knew why he had insisted I wear my highest heels today, and couldn’t help but smile like a cat as the train lurched into motion again.

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Any mention of any web site or individual in this piece of writing is pure incidental and has no meanings and is supposed to be purely fictitious.

*

It started as a night in with the girls I had gone to school with, I was the only one that had gone to uni and was home for the summer holidays after the first year. The others Janis, Zoe and Denise had gone out and got jobs, Zoe had moved in with her boyfriend in a flat in the centre of town and the plan was we would have a girly night in with a few!! bottles of wine and a chick flick as Zoe’s boyfriend was away on a course from work.

Well we all met up at 7 and the wine flowed, we were quite tipsy by the time the DVD started, well it was crap and I mean crap, by this time the wine was really getting hold and Janis suggested we have a look on Zoe’s boyfriends computer to see what sexy sites he viewed when Zoe was not looking.

Well there was the usual girly sites and the odd one with some sex on, Zoe was not bothered as long as he only looked and did not touch, she was alright with it. One site though caught Janis and Denise’s eye, “Spunk Bunnies”, he had it in twice in favourites and at the bottom of the page a big tag was “New Girls Always Wanted”.

Should we send Zoe’s details? We all asked but she begged not to, well as the other two were going steady and I was the only unattached of the girls Janis rapidly typed in my details. “Lucy Sexy Redhead 19, 36C 30 38 figure etc etc” until they realised that they were using Jon’s email address, that is when Zoe said we had better use Hotmail. Well the others could not for the life of then remember their Hotmail Addresses, well with being at uni I used mine a lot so blurted it out, which Zoe readily typed in, I thought I would be able to put a stop to it if I got a reply.

Zoe then exclaimed that we had better attach some photos, of me, well we were all about pissed, and Zoe could not fid her camera but came back with her phone, I was not wanting to do this but the wine was ruling my head , a couple standing in my tee shirt and trackie bottoms and a facial shot, that is when Janis shouted up better get some of her tits and fanny, in a second Denise and Janis had pulled my tee shirt of and my trackie bottoms, Zoe then snapped a few more of me on bra and knickers, then they were over me again and the next I knew my bra and knickers were off and Zoe was snapping away.

As I went to pick my cloths up off the sofa Janis pulled me over on top of her and in a second Denise had pushed my legs apart and opened my lips of my fanny and I could just sense Zoe was taking a photo, well I started laughing and Janis and Denise did the same thinking it was a big joke, you do when you are pissed, Janis had by now removed her blouse and was pouring more wine. My brain was well gone, and in no time I crashed out like the others. The next thing I knew it was 8 the next morning and the others were rousing as they had to go to work, I was only doing a few hours in a newsagents shop for some holiday money three evening a week and I was not working that day.

Well I made my way home, my parents were away, I was supposed to be looking after my little delinquent brother who is 14 but as I arrived home he had not risen. Then I realised that I had left my laptop on the kitchen table switched on, good job he was not up before me otherwise he would have had had a nosey round my e mails.

Well I had an e mail from Mike the guy that run the site that the girls had sent my photos to, saying that he loved the photos and would love to work with me and suggested several scenarios for the shoot. Well I was that taken aback that he thought I was good enough from a few drunken shots and a curiosity that made my fanny tingle that I mailed him back and said I would model for him.

Over the next couple of days we exchange numerous e mails where he outlined the scenario and what would happen. It finally came to commit when I gave Mike a ring, he said he was looking forward to the shoot. At the time I was baby sitting my brother!!! My parents were away for a fortnight coming back on Saturday morning, Mike suggested Friday as I had to collect my parents from the airport on the Saturday morning early on and Mike said that I had to have Certs to prove I was not infected with any sexual disease and these would take a couple of days, so Friday it was going to be. Having the sex tests at the hospital was embarrassing and asking for a letter confirming I was clear, the nurse gave me a knowing wink as though she knew what I was doing.

Mike had also said he liked his girls smooth, and said he would refund anything I spent within reason and to get a fake tan as well. In town there are two beauty parlours and not having used either took pot luck as to which one I went too. Well I chose Beautiful Skin. The receptionist said that as it was Wednesday morning they could do the waxing and tan there and then and went to get one of the beauticians. It was Janis, I exclaimed that that I though she worked in the hair van escort salon on the other side of the road. She said she had moved over, over 12 months ago to get all the skills for her own salon, she said so you want legs, pits and bikini then asked which bikini a Brazilian or a Hollywood, I said a Hollywood, she led me through to the treatment room and gave me a towel to cover myself after I had undressed.

Janis came back in and said which part first, I said lets get it over with. Its strange feeling having one of your friends put hot was on your fanny with strips of cloth, when she had done one side she said are you ready OUCH but it died down after a few seconds. As she gave me a minute to recover before doing the other side, we got chatting and she asked what had brought the urge on to be all smooth, I looked a little sheepish and Janis twigged, your going to have a go at that web site aren’t you? I had to admit that I was, but swore her to secrecy. Well we giggled over the rest of the waxing which relaxed me tremendously and made the pain more bearable.

Next was the tan, Janis gave me a towel to cover up as she showed me to the tanning booth, you won’t be wanting these she said offering me a disposable bikini, no I said, but you might want one of these to keep your hair out of the way giving me a shower cap. So how deep a tan do you want was her next question, just a nice one you would get after a holiday to Spain she then sprayed me from my chin down, once this was done I had to stand there with the warm air blowing over me to dry it. I then dressed and paid the receptionist, Janis as I was leaving said “Good luck” with a wink, I thought shit she had better keep quiet.

I had told Mike I had seen two outfits in the local charity shop, I went in they were still there, one in black one in purple blue which is a colour that often goes with my red hair, I think they had come from the fancy dress / costume hire shop that had closed down, as I tried them on, I think the purple / blue one was a size smaller but I could still get into it, so the dilemma, well they were only £5 each so I bought them both, the old girl that was looking after the shop asked if I was going to a fancy dress party?, little did she know.

Thursday night came and I packed my bag, all the things Mike said to take, I had a pang of trepidation but also one in my fanny of excitement.

Six forty five and my alarm went off and I knew I could not role over if I was going to catch the seven forty eight train, as the station is over a mile away. I just had time for a slice of toast and some orange juice before I pulled the back door too so as not to arouse interest from my sleeping brother as he would have been all questions as to why I was up so early. Dressed as Mike wanted in trainers, trackie bottoms tee shirt and huddy top, I did not present the image of a porn star.

I had just got to the station and got a copy of Glamour magazine when the train pulled in, it was quite crowded with commuters, but I managed to find a seat and settle down and read. Three stops down the line most of the commuters got off leaving an almost empty carriage. I was so engrossed in my magazine and how the stations had gone by that I got a shock when the guard announced my station and to take all your bags, well it was now or never.

I grabbed my bag and got off, the station was not busy and I spotted Mike next to the coffee shop, he welcomed me and said would I like a coffee, he had someone he would like me to meet, I thought what is this, someone else, but before I could worry he said that as it was my first time he had persuaded Joanne (Jo) who had done two shoots for him to come and give me some support and advice. This is when Jo joined us, recognised her from her scenes on the web site, Mike said Jo would film some of the scenes and also give me any help I wanted, Mike then went through the scenarios and checked everything was in order, my sex certs and i.d. proving I was 18, then after we had finished our coffees he said lets get to filming.

The first part was to be filmed outside in the street, Mike drove up to the street he liked best for the shot, it was in a rundown area of town with some boarded up shops. Jo and I went and stud on the corner of the block of shops, it was quiet with only an odd person passing by, Mike approached “Layabouts” he said “Tomboys” giving us cheek I gave him some lip back, and he gave cheek back saying I was a real tomboy to which I pulled up my tee shirt revealing my bare tits to the camera, saying “tom boys would not have a pair like these” Mike zooming in on my boobs and nipples after about 15 second he said

“How would you like to be turned into a porn queen at my place, lovely pert tits like those need showing off not hiding”. Then I dropped my top back down and asked what did he mean, Mike said

“Come back to my studio and I will turn you into one of my bunnies”, I smiled and I said

“Where is your studio” “right above the shops” yalova escort said Mike.

Then he cut and Jo and Mike lead me round the back to stairs that lead above the shops, Mike had taken two flats and made a studio. When we got to the studio which was basically two large rooms with a couple of side rooms a bathroom and kitchen.

Mike said “whilst Jo brings your bag from the car, I want some shots of you entering the studio and getting your tits out”. This we shot but Mike gave my tits a good feeling this time and tweaked my nipples. We had just cut when Jo came in with my bag, she exclaimed

“So what have we in here to make the punters excited?”

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“Very nice, this will set their cocks twitching” as she hung them up on a rail so it looked like they were just props.

Mike had disappeared to one corner and was wanking himself hard, Jo said

“We had better get you ready for the first cum shot, let’s get your tits out and as Mike comes across sink to your knees and suck and wank him off”

Well Mike came across and I sunk to my knees and took his cock in my mouth rolling my tongue round his knob end and wanking his shaft and playing with his knob with my tongue, all the time both Mike and Jo were videoing, after a time I felt his balls tighten and Mike pulled my head back and his cum hit the top of my mouth, about three strong spurts and a little dribble, I rolled his cum round on my tongue and blew a bubble with it before letting it into the back of my mouth and swallowing it. The taste for once was not overtly salty and sweeter than cum I had tasted in the past.

Mike and Jo then stopped filming and Mike pulled up his jeans. Next they both filmed me going across to the rail and getting my sexy cloths ready to put on, they filmed as I stripped out of my tee shirt and trackie bottoms and bra and knickers and then sat at the dressing table in the make believe dressing room and applied my make up, a deep purple blue eye shadow compliments my red hair, plenty of blusher and finally lippy. I then put my long hair up, so giving a more sophisticated appearance. Whilst I was doing this Mike and Jo kept saying

“Nice, just what the punters ordered”,

They stopped filming for a minute to give me more direction, Mike wanted me with nice red fluffy fanny lips so he suggested I played with my clit to get the blood going, it was strange having two people watching you trying to get yourself excited, but somehow I was feeling excited at being on camera and in no time my lips were all puffed out.

I then rolled my stockings on then standing up the lacy tiny black thong, then I put the tight shiny purple PVC mini or should I say micro skirt on. I then slipped into the bustier matching jacket pulling the laces so that my boobs gave a lovely cleavage and finally I stepped into my red stilettos, god I felt sexy just like a porn queen you see on DVD’s. All the time I had been dressing both Mike and Jo had been filming me.

It was now approaching midday, there was a quite a number of people coming and going to the shops below, the weather was really warm, Mike then said he would like to get some shots of me walking round the block, initially I was reluctant. Christ I had next to nothing on, but he said it was warm and what was I to be shy about, in an hour I would be on the web showing everything.

Mike lead the way filming me as I went down the stairs, once outside both Mike and Jo waited at one end of the block and filmed me walking the entire length of the block, I got a wolf whistle fro some lads in a car but I felt really sexy and even though I got some “looks” I did not care. Half way along as Mike had me in full shot I even pulled the skirt up, making it even shorter giving a view of the lace at the top of my hold ups.

As we reached the studio again both Mike and Jo kept filming and Mike kept asking like did I feel sexy like a cum bunny now and did I want some cock, to which I kept answering yes, yes and pleaseeeeeee.

“Well bend over the sofa so I can see what you have” said Mike, with that I bent myself over the arm off the sofa, it was one of the old leather Chesterfield’s so the arm was almost at my hip height, I then felt the heat of the lights on my bum,

“That looks nice” said Mike

“Look at that lovely fanny and ass and is that some fanny juicy I can see on your thong” exclaimed Mike.

His fingers were now stroking my fanny through the material of my thong, I sighed with a wave of excitement as he finally pulled the gusset of my thong aside and my fanny and ass were in full view of the camera.

“You are a horny girl aren’t you” Mike exclaimed as his fingers playing with my lips and circled my ass. Next I felt him spreading my lips.

“Look at these juices, you are a horny young girl, would you like a finger?”

Yes please I replied and f felt Mike put one finger up me to his knuckles then I could not tell whether it was two or three fingers followed, only thing çorlu escort I knew was I enjoying it, I had completely forgotten that I was being videoed.

Then I felt as he started to fuck me with his fingers building up a rhythm and as I relaxed the deeper Mikes fingers went until I could feel his knuckles slapping against my lips, by this time Jo had come round with her camera and was videoing my heaving boobs and making the usual “sex” noises.

Mike then said I think its time for the real thing and as his fingers withdrew from my fanny I felt his knob end playing with my lips, then slowly going up me until he was ball deep, Jo went back to capture this detail, Mike must have put his camera down as he had each of his hand on my hips as he pounded into my fanny. Mike fucked me like that for it must be five minutes before pulling out and saying.

“It’s your turn now”, withdrawing and coming round and sitting on the sofa still rubbing his cock to keep it hard.

As I stud up he gestured for me to slip out of my skirt and thong and undo the front on my top so my tits swung free, Jo capturing all this on film.

As I went to straddle Mike’s cock Jo was inches from my bum filming the close up of it entering my fanny.

Mike then said.

“Come on now Lucy show us what you can do”

As I started rhythmically to thrust my hips, Mike slowly playing with my tits then moving with his hands to pull my bum cheeks apart for Jo to get even better shots of Mikes cock going up me and no doubt my ass, I would rather he had been playing with my clit.

After ten minutes I growing increasingly knackered showing all those missed trips to the gym, when Mike said.

“Turn round and I will do the fucking”

As Mike built up the rhythm it gave me chance to pay some attention to my aching clit. Jo was capturing all this on her camera, after about 10 minutes Mike said

“I’m cuming and I felt his cock start to twitch deep inside me, he pulled out and Jo got the cream pie shot of the cum oozing out of me, I then went down on my knees and sucked the last remnants of cum out of Mike rolling it about on my tongue for Jo to video.

As I wiped his cum off my inner thigh and fanny Mike asked if I wanted to go straight into the solo or have a break, I said I would have a break to get my breath back.

Jo went into the kitchen to make a brew and Mike pulled his jeans and tee shirt back on, I was stud there in just my heals and stockings, Mike said,

“It’s up to you now what do you want to start off wearing and where do you want to be shot, there is the sofa, the bed, the giant bean bag or on the sheep skin rug”

I was just deciding when Jo gave me my cuppa, god being shagged is thirsty work, also by now I had lost all inhibitions and was still naked, but I put my cuppa down and slipped into my discarded thong and a wonder push up bra.

We had finished our brew and I said I would like to use the giant bean gab and I mean giant!, Mike and Jo started filming again, Jo showed me what toys were available I chose a nice chrome vibrator and a dildo with clit tickler, of course greedy guts picks the big one, it must have been ten inches long.

As I lay down on the bean bag it moulded to me relaxing me even more, as I spread my legs Mike positioned himself with his camera to get the close up shots of my fanny and Jo overall shots and of my face, I spread my legs wide and dipped my index and another finger up my fanny for some lubricant, I found Mike’s cum was still lubricating! I then went to circling and rubbing my clit, with my left hand I let my boobs out of the cups of my bra so I could rub my nipples.

Well I must have only being going a few minutes of dipping and rubbing, and never got to the toys when I felt my head starting to go and my face colour up, I knew I could not hold it back and my tummy started to rise and fall as the orgasm hit, I hope the walls were soundproofed as I let out a few god almighty shrieks and loud moans, but god it was intense, it must have been the build up and I lost all track of time but I kept rubbing to keep it going, when it did finally subside Jo said,

“That was for real wasn’t it, I don’t think you could have faked it that well for so long”

I asked how long I had been cuming for, Mike said

“A good five minutes”, my head was still swirling a little like I was drunk, it was only when I went to stand up that I found out my legs were like jelly.

Mike said, that it was probably the best girlie cum scenes he had shot.

Eventually I recovered enough, Mike and Joe were packing the cameras and lights away, as I dressed casually in a short denim skirt and strappy top to go home in and I remembered to remove the bulk of my make up, I would have looked a site, casually dressed with heavy makeup on.

By the time I had gathered all my other things together and put them in my bag, Mike was sat at his computer downloading the film onto his computer.

“Just to pay you now”

With which he handed me two hundred and fifty pound,

“You need to sign this as well” it was the model release, he also gave me a paper with my members number and password so I could view myself on his sites and a list f where he put “trailers” out on blogs and forums.

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(Typical disclaimer: This is a continuation of this series, if you don’t read at least part 1, you probably won’t understand the setting very well.)

Mike felt guilty after the prank they played on Sophie, so he decided to go for a walk. It wasn’t long before he happened across something strange. There were a couple pizza boxes from a restaurant he had never heard of sitting on the ground right next to a half opened apartment door. The boxes said Big Sausages Pizza, and the box had a design that was very strong on the innuendo the name implied.

There was also a note saying, “I’m sorry I couldn’t finish delivering this, I had a family emergency and had to leave.”

Mike thought it was weird that the pizza delivery guy couldn’t finish the delivery with the apartment right there. He decided to be nice and finish the delivery for him. He picked up the boxes and knocked on the door frame. No answer. Mike could hear some subtle music playing like from some headphones or something.

He was hesitant to just walk in, even with the door already half open. But then he realized that was probably what the owner wanted. Maybe they were in the middle of something that they couldn’t step away from. So he cautiously peeked inside and said, “Hello?”

No answer. Mike was starting to get a little worried, so he stepped in fully and turned the corner into the living room. There he saw something that instantly made him start thickening up. There was a slim 18-year old looking girl in blue silk panties and a t shirt. She had a VR headset on and was waving her arms around wildly while wiggling her cute butt to the music pumping from her headset.

Mike was mesmerized by the bouncing cheeks in front of him. He was about to drop off the pizza’s and leave, when the song ended and the adorable blonde in shoulder-length pigtails pulled the headset off. That was when Mike noticed she was covered in sweat. Her white shirt was so wet that it clung to her pointy grapefruit sized breasts underneath. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra underneath as her nipples were hard hand rocks.

She looked at Mike and smiled. “Oh, hey, sorry, I didn’t hear the door.” Then she noticed he was naked, and her smile grew bigger. “Wow, I knew your pizza parlor was known for their big sausages, but I didn’t expect that big.”

Mike had no words. He felt like he had just stumbled into a porn-shoot. The girl looked at him expectantly for a second and then asked, “How much do I owe you?”

“Um… Nothing.”

“Oh really?” She grinned as she twirled one of her pigtails with her fingers. “Well, at least let me give you a tip, or rather, maybe you could give me a tip.” She smiled lasciviously.

“No!” Mike said more forcefully than he meant. The reaction startled and confused her. “I just mean, I’m not the pizza guy. I’m one of your neighbors.”

“And you decided to deliver my pizza nude?” She asked confused.

“Yes, I mean no, I mean, I have this condition that forces my body to produce too much sperm. So I have a special allowance with the apartment manager where I can be nude anywhere on the grounds.”

The girl eyed him for a second, and then recognition spread across her face. “Oh no, that sounds horrible. Well, for your trouble, let me help you with your semen back up.”

“My what?” Mike asked.

The girl stepped forward and threw the pizza’s to the side. She wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips. Then she nuzzled her cheek to his and whispered in his ear. “I like the script change, but a little heads of would be appreciated.” Mike was more confused now than ever.

She pulled away and let her hands trace down Mike’s torso before resting them on his erection. She began pumping him as she asked her next question. “Do you want me to drain your excess cum with my mouth or my lips?” She traced her lips with her left hand, and then rubbed her panties as she said lips.

That was all Mike needed. He blasted her with his typical huge load. It covered her face, shirt, panties, legs, arms, and even a little on the wall behind her. She was shocked and couldn’t breathe at first. Then she took in a sharp gasp and started looking at her cum drenched body. She took another breath.

After the third breath she seemed to regain her composure and said, “My, my my, you weren’t kidding. It looks like I’m all dirty now though. I think I’ll go take a shower, would you like to mersin escort join me?”

With that, she stripped off her shirt and dropped her panties. The perfect cum lines where her clothes had been were almost as hot as her body. She slinked out of the room toward the bathroom. “My name’s Kelsy by the way. What’s yours?”

“Ma… Mike.” He stuttered out.

“Well, Mamike, I hope you won’t keep me waiting long.”

Mike heard the shower start running and the curtain rustle. A few seconds later he peeked into the bathroom to see a now clean Kelsy groping her breasts under the stream of the water.

Kelsey looked at him and smiled. “Are you a voyeur Mike? Do you like to watch hot 18 year old coeds masturbate in the shower?” Then she began toying with her clit as she pulled and twisted her nipple.

Mike’s hand instinctively went to his own shaft. Kelsy slid her middle finger into her pussy and moaned. It wasn’t long before she was gasping and moaning while Mike was grunting in agreement. It was like they were speaking to each other in some ancient animalistic language.

Kelsy screamed as her pelvis began rocking upward and squirting Mike with her cum. In return, Mike hit her with another blast that plastered her to the tile wall behind her. Kelsey scooped some cum from her chest into her mouth. Mike recognized the sudden arousal his cum tended to have on women who ate it.

“Are you going to join me, or are you just going to keep teasing me?” She asked as she stepped back into the stream of water, letting it wash her clean again.

Mike was to her in less than two steps. He kissed her hard and started groping her tits. Up until this point he had just let her lead him. He had been confused by what was going on, and afraid he would offend her. It was obvious now that she was just really horny and wanted him.

Mike stepped into the shower without breaking the kiss and wrapped his arms around her lower back. They slid up and down her smooth wet back several times before finally settling on her glistening butt. He squeezed and kneaded them hungrily.

Kelsy was doing the same but to Mike’s torso. She traced the lines of his six-pack with her fingers before sliding her hands up to his chest. She playfully tweaked his tiny nipples, before moving her hands to his shaft. Kelsy wasted no time at that point and slid him into her pussy.

They both came quickly in this position. Cum filling her to bursting before it shot out and streamed down her legs. Kelsy’s orgasm was so intense that Mike had to hold tight to her cheeks to keep her from falling. Kelsy wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest.

She whispered, “Where did the production company find you?”

Before he could ask her what she meant, Kelsey felt him stiffening up yet again. She smiled and pulled off him. Kelsy squat down and started giving him a blowjob. As she stared up at him, Mike noticed her brilliant blue eyes for the first time. She was gorgeous.

Kelsy then stood and turned around. She bent just enough so that Mike could have easy access again. Mike slid inside her pussy again and reached around to hold her tits. Kelsy reached through her legs and played with his balls. Again, it didn’t take long before they were grunting in sync, and Mike began filling her. This time she couldn’t handle the full load though, and she slipped off of him letting him douse her back and butt in his cum.

Not even a second later they suddenly her an angry female voice. “What are you doing to my daughter?”

They both looked up in surprise. Mike was even more shocked though for multiple reasons. First, Fifi Fitz stood in the doorway with her fists on her hips. Second, there was no way she was Kelsy’s mother. Fifi couldn’t have been more than 26.

“I said, what are you doing to my daughter?” The anger on her face looked real.

“Mom, it wasn’t him, it was me. I was really horny and…”

“Hush!” Fifi told her. Then she looked back at Mike and stepped right up next to him. Her face was inches from his, and she never removed her angry expression as she whispered. “Pretend like I’m scolding you. You somehow stumbled into our porn. Didn’t you see all the camera’s in the corner’s of every room?”

Mike looked for them out of the corner’s of his eye’s. He saw them instantly, they were impossible to miss. They were huge, and they angled and zoomed noticeably. muğla escort Fifi continued. “Please play along. We just got accepted to this website where viewers think they are watching our everyday life. The owners of the site are really strict about never breaking character. At the very least we could be fired, at the worst, they could sue us for breach of contract.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“Just play along and ignore the camera’s.” Then she stepped back and yelled, “Both of you, out of the shower now.”

Kelsy and Mike obeyed immediately. They stood there at attention despite being soaking wet, but naked and now freezing. The water had gone cold not to long after Fifi interrupted them. Kelsy’s nipples were bigger and harder than they had ever been.

“Both of you, in the living room now!” Fifi barked. The two scurried into the living room and were ordered to sit on the couch. They did so, and continued to shiver as Fifi went on a well acted tirade about Kelsy just throwing away her virginity as soon as she turned 18.

Mike had to restrain a laugh at the idea of Kelsy being in any way a virgin. He wasn’t even sure if she was actually as young as they were claiming. The longer he was with her, the more he started to think he was closer to her mid twenties. But he held his composure and did his best to look sad.

“No, what is a fitting punishment?” Fifi asked herself. She stared off into space for a second. “I know, I haven’t had to pull this out in a long time, but I think you need a good spanking.”

“Mom, no! That’s humiliating, especially while I’m naked in front of someone else.”

“I think that is the perfect time to do it.” Fifi said as she took Kelsy’s place on the couch and had her straddle her lap. They were so close to Mike, that he was worried he would get hit by the back hand.

Mike couldn’t help but stare at her butt. Fifi grabbed her costar’s butt and squeezed it. She pulled the cheeks apart so that Mike could see her hole. “Is this what you wanted? To show off your body?”

“Mom, stop.” Kelsy whined.

“What about this?” Fifi slid her down to Kelsy’s pussy and rubbed her fingers across her lips. “Is this what you were wanting? Is this what is already making you hard again?”

For Mike, the truth was yes. He was already slowly starting to engorge again. He kept his thighs closed to keep it under control, but that would only work for so long. At some point that would be too painful to hold.

Then, without warning, Fifi slapped her costars backside. The sound startled Mike almost as much as Kelsy. The wack left a red hand print on her cheek. Fifi spanked her several more times and Mike couldn’t hold it any longer. His erection sprung up from between his legs.

Fifi stared at it in shock. It wasn’t the outrage look the role called for, but she quickly recovered. “Does this turn you on?” She asked, and slapped her again.

Mike’s lower head nodded for him. “And what about you? Does this turn you on?” Fifi asked Kelsy before spanking her twice more.

Kelsy said nothing, and Fifi said, “Fine, I’ll find out myself.” She again slid her hand down to her costars pussy and brought it back soaking wet. “That’s what I thought. I guess there is only one thing left to do.”

“What’s that?” Kelsy asked.

“I once heard about parents punishing their kids for smoking by locking them into a closet and forcing them to smoke the entire pack. Mike is going to screw you until you are sick of sex.”

The idea excited both of them, but they had to play their parts. “I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with this.”

“Tough, unless you want me to call the cops on you for taking advantage of my daughter.”

Mike was about to put up more of a token defense, but Fifi gave him a parental death stare that would have shriveled him if he actually had a problem with this. “Yes Ma’am. Kelsy, where’s your bedroom?”

“No, you have to do it here so that I can make sure you actually do it.” Fifi demanded.

Mike was legitimately afraid to say another word, so he stood and slid into Kelsy from behind as she lay on Fifi’s lap. He awkwardly seesawed in and out of her until he came again. About halfway through his cumming, he pulled out and came on her back and butt.

He accidentally got quite a bit on Fifi’s blouse though. She sighed and said, “Well, I guess this needs to be washed now.” Fifi unbuttoned her nevşehir escort shirt and peeled it off revealing her massive tits. She was wearing a white cotton bra that made Mike drool over her cleavage.

“Continue.” She said. Mike slid into Kelsy again, and she came instantly. Apparently, she had been right on the edge when he finished. Mike came a few moments later and again drenched her back and butt with the second half of the load. And, yet again, he got some on Fifi’s bra.

“I guess this too.” She reached for her front clasp and released the titans. The giggle from their freeing made Mike cum again instantly. This time, the cum plastered her tits. Fifi sighed and said, “You better clean these off. And I think you should do it with your mouth as part of your punishment.”

A spike of fear rose up in Mike as he thought she was talking to him at first. But then Kelsy got up and began licking the cum off Fifi’s tits. She sucked on the nipples while she was at it, and the sight was one of the most erotic things Mike had ever seen. Fifi looked at him and said, “Continue.”

So, he did. As he was pounding away at Kelsy again, he couldn’t help but notice how much pleasure Fifi was getting out of the nipple sucking. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her breathing became labored. Suddenly, she let out a cry of pleasure and a second later, Mike felt her juices pooling around his feet.

Mike came in Kelsy’s pussy three more times, her mouth four, and Fifi even made Kelsy take two loads in the butt. Finally, Kelsy passed out from exhaustion on the floor after her enumerable orgasms as well. Mike wasn’t even sure if she was conscious for the last two loads, but Fifi made him continue.

“I think she’s learned her lesson, what about you?”

Mike thought of a great way to play his character, and he said, “No, I’ve got plenty more loads to go around.”

Fifi smiled and said, “I was hoping you would say that.” She stripped off her skirt and pulled Mike into a passionate kiss. His shaft found its home, and they had sex standing directly over Kelsy’s body. His cum and Fifi’s squirt rained down on the unconscious girl.

Mike grabbed her massive tits and began sucking on the nipples, which is something he had wanted to do since they made their appearance. Fifi came three more times before Mike could come again. She apparently had ultra sensitive tits, and came easily when they were played with.

Over the next couple hours, they came many more times together. He filled her pussy, her butt, mouth, covered her legs, stomach, butt, back, tits, hair, and face with his cum. When they could barely stand, she offered to walk him home. Mike thought she would shower off and get dressed first, but she didn’t. She walked him butt naked covered in his cum to his door.

They talked about her and Kelsy’s arrangement with all the camera’s, and she promised Mike would get a cut every time he came over. He asked her about the age thing.

She laughed at the question. “Woman my age play milf’s all the time. People don’t want reality when they look at porn, they want hyper-reality. The hilarious thing though, is Kelsy’s actually older than I am. She’s 28, she just has great genetics.”

When they got back to his apartment, Chen and Aahna were home. They laughed and talked about what happened that day. Aahna wanted a go on Mike, but he was too exhausted to keep his eyes open. So she kissed him goodnight and started to walk Fifi to the door.

Chen said, “I just want you to know that you are my favorite porn-star.”

“Thanks.” I would autograph something for you, but I have nothing on me.

“Actually, I’d be thrilled just to lick that cum off your body.” Chen joked. “I mean, how many fans could say they got to do that.”

“Well, I needed a shower anyway.” Fifi said before laying down on the floor in the living room.

Chen and Aahna were stunned, but also weren’t going to pass up this opportunity. Chen started on her face and licked her way down, while Aahna started at her feet and worked her way up. Aahna reached her pussy the same time as Chen reached the woman’s breasts.

Being double teamed like this, it didn’t take long for Fifi to have the most intense string of orgasms in her life. She actually passed out after the final one. Aahna and Chen continued licking her clean until their mouths met on her stomach. They kissed, and then began stripping as they made out.

They each straddled one of Fifi’s Massive tits. They used her hard nipples to toy with their own clits, and were cumming in a matter of seconds. Once done, they laid down on either side of the woman, and used her breasts as pillows. The three spent the night like that.

(To be continued.)

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The morning was warm and humid as Candi Palmer walked toward work. Normally this was her chance to get in at least a short jog. Today however she just felt like casually walking and spending the time in thought.

Haired pinned back, she wore her dark sunglasses and today’s choice of a leopard print G-string bikini. She went so far as to bling herself out with ankle jewelry to accent her wild woman persona. Candace of the jungle.

Contemplating her date in the evening with Dave Tremont she smiled spotting the bar named “canTINA’s” in the distance. Named after the owner “Tina Quinones”. Topic for a later thought.

Passing the firehouse she was shocked to see that the local firemen were all inside. Just as well she thought. She didn’t really have time today to tease them further.

Approaching a crosswalk she watched as a Police squad car eased it’s way to the shoulder. A familiar face was behind the wheel. One that she had not seen since her night in jail nearly a month ago. She smiled brightly as he waved at her.

“Morning Phil. I haven’t seen you around in awhile. How’s the profiling?”

He leaned his arm on his window sill and admired her beauty.

“Still fingering the bad guys. Or in your case girls.”

She steps up to the car door and leans in for a stolen hug. She knew that she needed to be careful who saw her being so friendly with the cops in town. Word might get out like wildfire and create friction.

Phil didn’t care. He certainly enjoyed the brush of her breasts on his arm. As she stepped back he ran his gaze over her from head to toe. She politely twisted in her step to allow him a view from all angles.

“You do realize that those kind of bikini’s are illegal to wear in public.”

“So arrest me. Fight me to the ground as I resist.” She giggles.

“Just letting you know. Until I get any reports I won’t stop you for it. Besides, you know damned well that you make my day.”

Shifting her shoulder bag she sticks her tongue out at him, “I bet I do. Don’t you be stroking that nightstick until after dark. That’s my job when you decide to allow it. It doesn’t seem like the cops in this town want much to do with me. I know that Damian has given you all permission to play with me.”

Phil fidgets looking forward through his windshield for a moment, “I reckon it’s just caution on our part. We can’t get so involved that we put our career’s on the line. Small town gossip can get messy.”

“No more messy than all the stuff I get away with. With your help I might add.”

“True dat! So far other than that stunt you pulled at the football game there’s been no complaint’s. Just learn to observe what you’re doing before you do it.”

“You know I’ll push my limits, Phil. Let people complain. Damian wants me to act like a slut. I enjoy teasing. I’ll watch it when kids are out of school.”

“Not every person in town has an open mind. Church folk. Elderly. Just be smart.”

“If you keep playing Father figure I’ll go against your wishes. I can easily strip this bikini off and finish my walk to work. We can test that theory and see who complains.”

He frowns, “Now, now! Keep it on.”

She lowers her sunglasses and winks at him over her brow.

“Have a good day Phil. Tell Dale I said hi.”

He watches as she wiggles across the street in front of him and whistles to himself. Some day he was going to have to either arrest her or fuck her silly. Most likely both.

Continuing her journey she kept the name Phil on her mind. Her father’s name was Phil. After the events in St. Louis she still felt ashamed of herself. She allowed her own Father to sexually abuse her during her dancing at Pony’S EXpress. Not that he knew it was her. Or at the very least let on that he knew. Still, she shivered at the moment that he paused at mid eye contact. As if a recognition yet without certainty. She pouted at the thought of what he would have to say if he realized the truth. About both of their actions.

“Will you STOP!” She taps the ball of her hand on her temple. Thinking about it was making her miserable. She needed to be perky and attentive to the gym members. Today she was determined to push her limits even further. Yesterday, she had proven that her nudity at the gym was applauded at. They loved her.

Distracted by her inner turmoil she hadn’t heard a motorcycle idling up behind her on the street. A few revs later she turns to face the biker. Pulling to a stop he removes his helmet to reveal the Four Horsemen member, “Reese Owen”.

“Hey Stranger!” He calls out.

“Oh my God! Reese! Where the heck have you been? You Horsemen have been scarce since that day you guys raped me. To my liking of course.”

“Been out of town. Rode up to Sturgis with some buddies and my girl. Clarence told me that you’ve upped your game. Sorry I wasn’t around to bodyguard you in St. Louis.”

She shrugs moving in to offer him a hug. She smelled delicious he thought.

“That’s okay. Clarence told me that Damian forbid you guys to watch over me. kuşadası escort No need to play out any rehearsed story.”

“I knew Clarence told you. That hardly means that I wouldn’t have defied Damian’s wishes. At least you look safe and healthy.”

“I’m great! Few mental scars I don’t really care to share with anybody but Damian.” She smiles brightly, “Thank you for your concern though.”

“Need a lift? I’m heading to the gym right now.”

She eyes the bike, “Am I going to get burnt on the pipes? It’s not like I have any protection.”

He chuckles, “It’s only three blocks.”

Brainstorm, She steps in to force him to set up perfectly straight. Then, she throws her right leg over his lap until she could be assisted into position. Facing him, she straddled his crotch with her ass rested on the fuel tank. She then claims his helmet, holding her sunglasses between her lips Candi puts it on. Now holding her glasses she drops them into her shoulder bag. He merely shakes his head, “Thank God my Girl lives five towns away.”

Lifting the smoked visor she takes her shoulder bag and drapes it around his neck. Following that she wraps her legs around his waist.

“You ready?” He smirks.

“Not yet.” To his surprise she unties her bikini top and releases her Titties to the world. His eyes bulged as he shot a glance around him for onlookers. As he does she grips his jaw and forces eye contact, “Stop worrying. Enjoy me!”

Nodding nervously he again asks, “Ready now?”

“Not yet.” Both of her hands go to her sides and release the bows to her thong. Yanking it free of her body she places both garments in her shoulder bag behind him. In reaching the bag her chest crushed hard against his.

“You’re crazy.”

“You’re rock hard.” She lowered her right hand to squeeze the outline of his bulging erection. He looked down at her as she playfully reached her hand inside his sweats to stroke his cock.

“How am I supposed to drive and not get us killed?”

“Are you ready?” She winks as her visor goes down.

“Not yet!” He jests reaching up to squeeze her tits together and high enough to suck on both nipples as one. The move made her coo.

“Now I’m ready.”

Carefully he reached around to grip the throttle and rev the bike numerous times. The vibrations shot through her body. He could hear her cry out “Oh Shit!”

He pauses a moment before taking off to lift the visor to see her eyes wide and anxious.

“You okay?”

“I’ve never been on a motorcycle. You hear stories about the vibrations. Dear God! They’re true.”

He chuckles and revs the bike multiple times as each circulation made her shiver with hormonal anticipation.

Without warning he chose to take off down the street. It was difficult to keep his eyes off of her. After a moment she pulled her hand from Reese’s sweats and threw both arms around his neck.

“Take the long way.”

He chuckles, “Hold on tight.”

She squeals as he speeds up and heads for the outskirts of town. Luckily traffic was slim on the country roads. The few cars that they did pass offered looks of bewilderment at worst. A mile out he turns down a narrow side road as he hears her breath increase. She moaned loudly, “Faster!”

On the open road he took the risk and reached the velocity of 70 miles per hour. The roaring between her legs swiftly made her cum. She screamed into his ear as she hugged him. He felt lucky that she wasn’t very heavy and that his years of strength training made him ready for anything.

Reaching a small clearing with a lone tree he pulls over and stops. Shutting the engine off he props the kickstand and removes the helmet from her head. She trembled violently in his arms. In response he peels her away gently and holds her chin in his left hand. Her eyes met his and wept.

He then pulled her into a warm kiss. One that smoldered within seconds. Finally, becoming an inferno. She ferociously clung to him running her nails through his hair. His grip on the helmet was lost and it fell into the grass below.

Her weight pushes him backwards until he laid back on to his seat. His hands roamed her hair and spine as their kiss tormented each others souls. Finally, she breaks away with a gasp and plants her hands on his chest lifting his shirt up to kiss his chest. He merely laid back and looked up at the blue sky. He felt her hands sliding back into his sweats until she could encompass his cock. Finally, she forced herself up to sit over him as she pulled his dick out to begin stroking it.

She was stunning in the sunlight. An Angel he thought.

After two minutes of stroking it she untangles her legs and climbs up on top of him. Fighting the sweats she managed to slip her pussy lips over his crown and feel it ease into her. After a long sigh she begins riding him.

Gyration after gyration she moaned and planted her hands on his stomach. He himself followed along with guttural moans of his own. Five minutes escape before he forces himself kocaeli escort up careful not to topple the bike. He literally lifts her off of his cock just as he explodes a geyser of froth all along her inner thighs. Strength fading fast at the feat he falls back to his seat. She in turn merely stretched out on top of him with her right arm draped over his chest to lay her chin on.

Ten minutes they lay there in the morning ambience.

Finally, she pats his chest.

“That was incredible. We need to do this again.”

“Sound’s like a date.”

“I’m sorry that you might feel guilty. I know how much you like your girlfriend.”

He scowls, “She would never ever do anything this cool. For now, don’t remind me of her. Guilt I’ll deal with later.”

“If there’s anything I can do to soothe the guilt just let me know.”

Reese chuckles, “Do? Like what? Give me more guilt?”

“Absolutely! I love my Reese’s Pieces.”

He shakes his head and sits up, pulling his shirt down. Adjusting his sweats he grimaces, “Yeah. Stained. That looks obvious.”

“I’ll wash them off at the gym. You can wear a towel.”

Puckering he positions her so that he could step off the bike and retrieve his helmet. He plants it back on top of her head then pats it. Her eyes sparkle looking up at him.

“We need to get you to work.”

She offers a quirky expression, “It was worth my being late. You just got my motor running. I’m ready for more.”

“I can only imagine.”

He straddles his seat and lets her wiggle around him to sit on the seat behind him. Her tits crushed hard into his back. “Wanna put your bikini back on?”

She again wraps her legs around his front this time.

“No way. Let the world see me.”

He leers around to face her closing down the visor.

“Hang on Evel.”

As he turned the bike around he started up and roared down the road.

Holding on? She did.

Twelve minutes later Reese pulls up to the gym parking lot. He grit his teeth at how many cars were already there. He was hardly used to this many members. As Candi hopped off and removed her helmet he ventured, “Business is booming. You have anything to do with that?”

“Of course. Everybody loves Candi. I’m sweet like that.”

She hands him the helmet and claims her shoulder bag. Swiftly she locates her bikini and puts it on. She waits for Reese to get off of his bike and prepare to follow her in. She takes two steps then stops to rub her inner thigh where he had splattered her with his morning jizz. “My legs are sticking together. You shoot me with super glue?”

He laughs, “That’s what you get.”

She frowns and turns to walk in the glass doorway.

Once inside she finds three people in line to make appointments for her massages. She smiles and squeezes her way between the men to look up at Rodney behind the counter.

“Wow! My log book is filling up fast. I might have to take my work home with me.”

She then sticks her tongue out at the young men.

She recognizes one of them as a Condor. She refrains from saying his name because she couldn’t honestly remember it. Instead he spoke up, “I brought you business. This is Darrell and Peck.”

“Hi Darrell. Hi Pecker.” She winks his direction.

“Didn’t I tell you this girl was smoking hot?”

She feigns a blush glancing over as Reese sneaks past heading into the fitness center.

“How did you know about my new promotion?”

“Kevin let on to Kyle that you were going into business. He’s drumming up customers for you.”

“Awwwwwwww! That’s sweet of him. I’ll have to call him later. While you guys are here why don’t you join the gym. You know the perks.”

“That’s the plan.”

She giggles and licks her upper lip, “Rodney? Give our friends here a one day pass. I’m thinking they might join within the hour. I’m going to work out today myself. You might need to spot me.”

“Sure thing.”

“Good! Speaking of spots I need to go take care of something. Stick around.”

She swiftly slides past them and moves toward the locker room. On her way she heard escalating whistles from all directions. She in turn twisted on her heels and blew kisses around the room. Once her emotional artillery ceased fire she darted into the locker room and peeled her bikini back off. Stopping just long enough to pin her hair back into a pony tail she heads into the shower stall to rinse off her lower regions. Once cleaned up she returns to her locker and cascades her body with alluring body spray. The pheromones in it were tantalizing even her.

Bikini back on she lets down her hair and brushes it out. Inside her locker door was a lengthy mirror that she checked herself out in. She jostles her breasts around as if fluffing them up. Then, she fidgets and reaches up to the photograph she had swiped from Pony’s Express. She truly didn’t know what to make of it. Her Husband had toyed with her new friend Kody at his Bachelor Party three years ago. Did he have sex with her? konya escort Did Kody lie to her all along or had she just forgotten who Damian was? Surely, she danced for hundreds of strange men over the years. Still, Damian had his lips over Kody’s nipple. With a pout she replaces the photo inside and closes the locker door.

She would mull the situation over for another week then decide whether to question Damian and Kody about it. For now she was having the time of her life.

Leaving the locker room she sets her handbag behind an artificial tree for safe keeping. She then moved casually toward her new Massaging room. Inside it she shut the door behind her and merely absorbed the atmosphere. Walking about the room she has to touch the newness of everything. From the oil storage shelves to the stereo built into the wall. Towels, sheets, room divider for people to undress behind. She looks about for the hidden cameras. They were so invisible that she couldn’t find them. Good, she thought. Less stress on the client.

She loved the fact that the wall facing the gym were one way windows from top to bottom. She could see out but nobody else could see in. She felt her heart flutter at the prospect of sex in front of everyone yet they couldn’t even witness it. The customers were going to feel invincible.

At the back wall of the room she discovered what looked like a massive wooden cabinet. She tried to open the doors but soon realized that they were artificial.

“Hmmmmmmm! What’s the purpose of that?”

She then heard the door open behind her as Mark walks in. Her boss sealed the door behind him.

“Hey! i noticed you on camera in here. Let me show you what that cabinet is. This was a gift from your contractor buddies.”

He twists the door handles an opposite direction until she spots the cabinet pop open around the sides. Mark then used the handles to pull the cabinet out and drag it down from the top. Resting the entire cabinet on the floor from its wall connections. She swiftly noticed the twin mattress hiding behind it.

“They gave me a hideaway bed?”

Mark grins, “Just in case you need room to play. Cool huh?”

She sits down on it and looks up at Mark.

“Can I talk to you? I mean in absolute confidence?”

He in response sits next to her, “Bend my ear. What’s up?”

She offers a confused expression trying to decide how best to approach her internal troubles. Finally she stabs her crystal blue eyes in his direction.

“You went to Damian’s bachelor party right?”

He nods without question, “Yea. Wild night. Cardinal baseball game and a few strip clubs. I got so drunk I could barely drive home. I should really have stayed at the Hotel room the guys got. But, no! Stupid me drove home weaving and slapping my face all the way. Why do you ask? You already knew I went.”

“Please keep this between us, Mark. I found a photograph of Damian and my friend Kody on the wall at Pony’s the other night. He was sucking her nipple. Yet, she hasn’t let on the fact she knows him.”

“That was three years ago, Candi. People come and go in her business. She might not recall that night outside of a picture. I don’t even remember her. There was a lot of strippers around us.”

“Yea, but if you look around them at the background they’re sitting on a bed. Sheets and all. Did you guys take any strippers back to that Hotel room?”

He shrugs, “I didn’t go back to the Hotel. I haven’t heard any stories from the guys about any strippers at the room. That doesn’t mean it’s not possible. Ask Damian.”

She frowns, “I’m afraid my questioning him will get me into trouble. That’s not the worst of last night.”

He notes her discomfort, “Anyone hurt you? You look fine.”

“I’m great. I won’t give you a rough number of guys that had me. I don’t want you to look at me any more harshly than you already do.”

He shakes his head, “It doesn’t matter to me what you do. Just stay clean. I mean YES it does nag at me the way you seem to push your limits. Damian’s turned you into a creature of need.”

“Nympho? Slut? Whore? All of the above? I know. Trust me I know. Since I allowed Damian to control me just to prove my love and devotion I can’t help my hunger. I do anything and everything just to make him smile. I love being the new me. But–“

“But?” he raises an eyebrow.

“Something else happened last night that I hadn’t counted on.” She grits her teeth.

Awaiting her to finish he waves his hand to nudge her response.

“My Father and Uncle were there.”

Mark drops his jaw, “Oh hell! Did they see you?”

“How could they not? Most of the night I was wearing a leather mask with contact lenses. I even had a fake tattoo on my spine. That was a pain to scrub off this morning. Anyway, toward the end of the night my mask got pulled off and my lenses fell out and got stepped on. So I was wide open to be recognized. I know for certain my Uncle recognized me but my Dad did his best to avoid any direct eye contact. Now if my Uncle doesn’t rat me out I’ll be fine.”

“Shit! Maybe your Uncle will protect you.” Mark sighs.

“Welllllllllllllllll! I do have something over him. I kind of sucked his dick when I wore the mask. He shot his load all over my face. I used that to escape my dad. He was really grossed out by it.”

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I seem to have an affliction that causes me to enjoy seeing the love of my life been taken in the biblical sense. No not just taken, but taken with the full blessing of myself, my other half and I may add, absolutely enjoyed by all.

I later found that the chaise was also a major part of the game. Many of my Partners, (and there have been a few), were very suspicious when they first learned of my fetish.

They thought that I was looking too sow my own wild oats, and that by allowing them to indulge, I was opening the way for myself to stray. A few were scared off, but most jumped in at the deep end.

There were some that only indulged now and again and liked it all to happen spontaneously, while others were true hunters and went out for a night on the town with one thing in mind. Some had me by their side while others preferred to go out alone, and would come home with a pussy full of the proof.

I still found this erotic, but it wasn’t the same as watching it all take place. These women did allow me to watch as a stranger, (as much as possible), depending on the circumstances.

A couple of times I ven managed to join in a gang bang without the other men knowing that the person who was their play thing, was actually my partner. Most though, preferred that I be present.

There were even a few occasions that things got out of control, and we had to beat a hasty retreat leaving our dignity and clothing behind. One of these was when the huntress became the hunted, and we both were lucky to escape with our lives. 99% of the time things went well, and trust me, we learned from our mistakes.

Spanning all of the above groups, I can honestly say that the majority of them thought they were in cock heaven when they realized the truth, and par-took of what I was offering. The chance to find out how far they could push the pleasure envelope. As I said, my partner’s pleasure was paramount.

I found out that I had this fetish many years ago when as a teenager, I arrived unexpectedly at a beach party that my girlfriend and I were to attend. I had a last minute family commitment that had gone much more smoothly then any of us had expected and instead of being away overnight, I arrived at the party, very late, but early enough that the party was still in full swing.

Things that I witnessed on that warm and salty night have changed my life from that moment onwards.

Hang on I am getting a little ahead of myself. I had better start at the beginning and give you a brief overview of my life to help you understand me as a person, and generally what makes me tick.

My mother was hitch hiking in the backwaters of the British country side, when she was raped by a lorry driver and having fallen pregnant, she was sent to Australia to give birth to a baby boy, me.

I was put up for adoption and grew up in a loving and caring environment.

I had been with a number of girls, all slightly older then myself, but it wasn’t until I met Angela that I realized that I was a bit different from my friends.

You see they were quite possessive of there girlfriends. Yes I do admit that I was jealous when my girl, Angela, (not her real name), flirted with some of my friends, but it was more of a mental fear of rejection then jealousy of a sexual nature.

Angela was three years older then myself. She had turned 21yrs old three weeks previously. Her long shapely legs started at her ankles and rose to her arse, where they blossomed into the most curvaceous buttocks.

Her pussy was bald all the way up to her pubic bone where she had a small landing strip. We had often joked that this was my moustache. Her inner lips were small and only just protruded past her outer lips, which seemed to be puffy and red all the time.

I was sure that any time I touched the entrance to her vagina, she was wet. Her explanation for this was that she was constantly horny. Her breasts were a good firm handful. Small by some standards, but her nipples were extremely sensitive and I was able to make her come just by playing with her tits.

Angela didn’t need to wear a bra and I could always tell when the fabric of her clothing had rubbed her nipples till she was close to orgasm. She would thrust her chest forward and sway her shoulders when she walked.

Noticing this had me on the go most of the time as well. We would be shopping, or walking down the street when I would see the tell tale movements.

This led to us making love in numerous public kütahya escort locations. Public toilets, changing rooms, in the car at a car park, and even down behind the dumpster at the local fish and chip shop.

She was always in the mood. We had been caught by passers by on many occasions and it always seemed to excite the both of us even more. These people would hear us and sometimes they would even see us.

Once or twice males had actually stopped and watched, but up till now nobody had tried to join us. I believe that we were both called exhibitionists, but I didn’t realize we were in fact much more then simple exhibitionists.

The truth came to the foreground when we were preparing to go to a beach party that was to start about 9.00-9.30 at the local bluff. It was 7.30 in the evening and we were going to go to the pub first.

Being summer, Angela was wearing a double layer cheesecloth dress that provided ample airflow as well as a good view. If the light was at the right angle, the material was quite see through.

As we dressed I marveled at the way her nipples were already poking forward and up. Knowing that I was watching, Angela slowly slid her brief panties up her legs and pulled them tight against her pussy. Her camel toe was quite visible and a spot of moisture formed on her knickers between her lips immediately.

I was just about to take a taste when the phone rang. It was my parents. They had rung to say that my sister was in need of assistance. She was moving back to the coast from Brisbane and needed my help to pack the last truckload of her belongings, I would stay overnight, and then to return with her in the morning.

Angela hit the roof when I said that I was willing to help. We had been looking forward to this party for some time. I told her that it was no use us both missing out on the party and as long as she didn’t walk home alone afterwards, but had one of our friends drive her, it was okay by me.

This calmed her and we continued to dress, She to party and me to work. As luck would have it a lot of the furniture had already been packed when I arrived at my sisters old flat, and the majority of the remaining gear to be stowed was already in boxes.

We worked hard and only stopped to rest after the job was complete. The time was 10.45pm and Sis confided that she didn’t want to spend the night in Brisbane. She asked if I minded driving her back to the Coast, and as it was only an hour away, I readily agreed.

We arrived safe and sound and after making sure that she was safely inside, I decided that I would still be able to get down to the beach party to surprise Angela.

Well it was me that was in for the surprise. I parked on top of the bluff at Alexander Headland and was making my way down the rocky slope toward the distant firelight and music.

I could see that the party was in full swing long before I arrived. The sound of voices, laughter and music carried well into the night. At a distance of about 500m I could see that the bonfire was at least 2m high and burning fiercely.

People were dancing around the flames and I noticed with amusement that some of the female dancers were naked.

I guess that my voyeuristic instinct must have kicked in because I slowed my pace and sat in the darkness to watch for a while.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized that there were a lot more people there then I thought were invited. I guess that word had gotten out about the party and when the 3 local pubs had closed at 10pm, the patrons had simply moved to the beach to continue drinking.

It was hard to recognize anybody from where I sat, so I stood and began to move closer while circling around to the far side, where I had noticed people moving off into the darkness in pairs. Thinking about the chance of stumbling across couple fucking in the sand had me getting quite horny.

Finding a spot on top of a cluster of rocks, I once again sat to observe. Sure enough, I could see about 10 spots that people were enjoying themselves in the semi-privacy that the darkness offered.

Most of the couples moved into the darkness together, stayed for about 10-20min and then returned to the fire. There was something strange going on further around.

I had noticed that someone had returned to the fire alone. Perhaps like me he was just sitting in the darkness watching. But no, 3min later a single male returned to the same spot. 15min manisa escort later he returned to the fire only to have another single male return not long after he had left.

I moved further around in the darkness and realized that when he left again, there was still somebody, (a female) in that position. She had her back to me and was looking back toward the now approaching figure that was silhouetted by the fire.

It was a friend of mine, Richard. Sure enough, he stopped next to the girl and removed his pants as she reached up and took his cock into her mouth. I was tempted to run over and scare him, but resisted as he lay down on top of the girl and started fucking.

Even though the music from the boom box was quite loud, I could just make out the noise the woman was making as she reached a peak and burst forth into orgasm.

It was a sound that I was sure I had heard before. I couldn’t place where, but it was very erotic and this I guess was not helping me to think clearly.

I sat and watched under the cover of darkness for perhaps the next hour as the procession of men came, (pardon the pun), into the darkness and left again, I even considered approaching the girl while she was alone and getting my end in as well.

Two things stopped me, one was the steady flow of regular arrivals from the fire and the second was that my girlfriend was somewhere here and it would be just my luck to get caught.

I noticed that this was the only girl that was out here by herself, all the others were arriving and leaving together. It was only when I was seen by one of these couples that I made my way back in the direction I had approached.

I still had ¾ of an erection as I strode into the firelight at approximately 1.30pm. There were still about 150 to 200 people in attendance as I searched for Angela.

As soon as I found her, my intention was to take her into the darkness close to where I had been sitting not that long ago.

I was going to lay her down on the sand and show her how much I had missed her as I fucked her in plain view of the girl that I had watched 10min earlier.

Another of my friends saw me and pointed me toward an esky saying to help myself, I mixed myself a strong rum and bumped into Richard, He seemed a little surprised that I was there, and when I mentioned not to worry, I wasn’t going to tell his girlfriend that I had seen him over in the darkness fucking, the colour actually drained from his face.

He spluttered as he choked on his drink mumbled an excuse of needing to piss, and was last seen heading back across the sand toward the car park.

I mixed another strong rum, (it tasted like a triple), and continued to mingle with the remaining people as the drinks went straight to my head.

There were still people in various stages of undress dancing around the now much smaller fire, and seeing one of Angela’s friends, Sue (topless), I asked if she had seen her about. She said that she had not seen Angela after about 11.30.

I guessed that she had gotten I lift home and was sleeping soundly in our bed. I continued to talk with her for a short while as I marveled at the way her nipples pointed towards me as they slowly became engorged, but fearing repercussions, I ignored her advances.

To be honest I was thinking of the girl out there in the sand. I noticed that she was probably still out there as I could see somebody returning from that direction alone. This was my chance, using Richards excuse, I said that I needed to go to the toilet, Sue asked me if I wanted her to hold it for me.

I said, no but wait here, I’ll be back in 5min. Instead of going straight over to the object of my desire, I went toward the surf and then cut back across in the semi darkness. Although there was considerably less light from the fire, I could still see her shadowy figure, half sitting in the distance.

There was nobody with her. I remember thinking, I hope nobody I know comes over in the next few minutes and catches me. I looked back toward the fire, but at this distance I was sure my identity was well masked by the darkness.

At the time I could see shadows, but not much else. I guess that as the fire was providing a lot less light, the object of my lust was having trouble seeing in the dark as well.

As I approached, she lay back on her towel or what ever other clothing she had under her pussy to stop the sand getting in, and spread her legs in anticipation.

I mardin escort was still 10m away as I removed my pants, and pulled my tee shirt over my head. My cock felt like it was about to burst as I knelt between her open thighs, such sweet familiar thighs. Sitting with my knees under her legs, I put the head of my cock to her over flowing, sloppy, pussy.

Slowly I pushed forward into her warm wet tightness. I thought that after all the fucking she had been doing she may have been loose, but no, this girl was tight, wet but tight. The felling was so good, reaching forward I grasped her breasts with my hands and squeezed.

Such lovely breasts, no more then a hand full. So well proportioned, so familiar. Mmm. I didn’t think I would last very long as I pushed deeper.

I felt her pussy spasm around my cock as I hit bottom and she pushed back. She moaned loudly, and I froze, unable to move.

Angela??? She gasped when she heard my voice, BEN, (not my real name)??

Oh fuck!!! Oh shit!! Oh fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, fuck!!

It was at this point that I noticed two things, the first was that even though I had just had one hell of a surprise/shock by finding out that my girlfriend had been the one that was being fucked by at least ten men that I had seen, my cock had not softened, in fact it was even harder.

The second thing that struck me as odd was that as she tried to dislodge herself from me, I was overcome with the urge continue, I pined her shoulders with my hands as I lowered my head to her nipple and bit hard, just the way she liked.

She responded by arching her back and thrusting down on my cock. At the same time I pushed my cock all the way back into her as far as it would go. There it stayed up hard against her cervix as I exploded deep inside her.

We lay still for about 30 seconds, and I could feel the sperm leaking out around my cock. What are you doing I asked.

I’m so sorry she said. I didn’t mean for this to happen. But what are you doing? she asked back. Aren’t you angry? Can you forgive me?

I replied that I was shocked, but that strangely enough it had turned me on. Again she said, Please forgive me, I never had intended for this to happen.

Apparently she had been the center of attention at the local hotel earlier. It started on the dance floor. There had been a band playing, and when the house lights lowered, spots lights on stage had been thrown on.

She said that she was in the crush at the front of the stage dancing with a female friend when somebody behind her had reached around and started playing with her tits.

She didn’t turn around to see who it was, but had allowed them to continue, Cumming at least three times in quick succession. She said that it wasn’t long before she could feel another set of hands.

These started on here arse and moved down to between her legs. She could feel her damp knickers being pulled to one side and then she felt two strong fingers push up into her.

She said that she had bent forward slightly as a reflex action and that who ever was playing with her tits had stopped, but that her pussy was being thrust into by a strangers fingers as the original hands slid down to below her short skirt, and started to pull her knickers down.

The fingers were removed as her panties dropped to her ankles and she had simply stepped out of them. She then felt a cock pressing between her butt cheeks and as it slid over her exposed pussy, she got caught up in the moment and reached down and pushed it up inside her.

She felt the person behind her grasp her shapely hips as he started to thrust into her. She knew this was wrong, but couldn’t stop. It just felt way to good.

She felt his cock harden and then the flood of warm moisture as he came deep inside her. She was disappointed when he withdrew straight away as she was on the edge, but was quite pleased that another hard cock replaced him immediately.

This was so wrong, but she was about to cum. She thrust back onto the stranger’s hardness and bit her lip to stifle her moans.

She said that she felt so sluttish and it felt like every one was watching her, even though they would not have seen much on the crowded dance floor.

The fact that she was being fucked in front of all these people was turning her on even more. She had to regain control.

She moved forward and as the cock slipped out of her she could feel sperm starting to run down her leg. She turned to face the stranger.

It was Richard. He pulled her toward her and attempted to re-enter her from the front. She said ‘no not here’; it was then that he suggested that they leave the pub and head to the party. … To be continued, (if you want more, let me know). Any comments are greatly appreciated.

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This is the fourth story in a series. Once again, I’ve fallen in love with my own characters. I hope you have as much fun reading about Denise Hines and her boyfriend as I’ve had writing about them. I do recommend that you read Her Second Job chapters 1 -3 in order before reading this story.

While this series was inspired by things which really happened many years ago, this story is complete fiction. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. Comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable, are always welcome. Thank you for reading.

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Denise and I made it back to the outfitter before Cassie left and were back at Denise’s apartment by ten o’clock that night. Apart from looking at job listings and sending a very few resumes, we did very little for the rest of the week.

Because Denise wanted to, we went to Danielle’s and Kurt’s pool party that Sunday. We arrived just after 4:00 p.m. Denise looked stunning in a black one-piece which contrasted beautifully with her blonde hair. The fact that it was cut very high on her hips was only slightly concealed by the sheer cover-up skirt she wore.

Danielle met us at the door. Danielle was wearing an electric blue one-piece that could have been a swimsuit or a dance leotard, I wasn’t sure which. Danielle hugged each of us and asked how we were doing. “Alicia and Scott are here along with a couple who come to my yoga classes. I invited Jessie, Nadine, and Annie but they’re all busy or out of town. There will be one more guest whom I expect shortly.”

Danielle led us into her house and introduced us to her yoga students, Barb and Ben Wachter. I’m bad at ages, but I guessed the Wachters were only a few years older than us. Ben had an “average” build but was fit-looking. Barb had a pretty face and a noticeable figure. She wore a beige bikini top that went well with her brown hair. Her bottoms were covered by a long skirt of a light-weight material. The Wachters were very pleasant and seemed “normal.” We learned that Ben had recently become a vice president at the City’s large regional bank. Barb worked for the public library. Denise and I told them we were a paralegal and a lawyer. We left out that we were both unemployed.

Kurt had a well-stocked bar set up in a corner of the room. Like the rest of the house I’d seen, the room was very elegant. That we were standing around in swimwear seemed a bit incongruous. Kurt came by, asked what we wanted to drink, and was quickly back with our drinks.

We were making small talk with the Wachters when I heard the front door open and heard Danielle say, “I’m so glad you came.”

I heard a vaguely familiar low female voice say, “It’s been a tough week. I can use the break.”

Barb and Ben stepped away to talk to Alicia and Scott. Denise and I were sipping our drinks when Danielle walked up with another woman. I put the woman in her early forties. She had wavy brown hair cut to just below her jawline. Her face looked intelligent and kind. While her nose was a little large, what you noticed were the wide mouth and the sparkling blue eyes. The woman was about Denise’s height but with wider shoulders and hips. The navy-blue suit showing above her skirt covered a large, nicely shaped chest.

Danielle led he woman to us. To the woman, Danielle said, “Lena, this is Denise Hines and Harry Stone. I think you’ve met, or at least talked to, Harry.”

The woman gave us a lovely smile and extended a hand to Denise. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Lena Mann.” That produced an involuntary reaction from both of us. “I’m very sorry about what Cameron did to you,” she added. “Danielle told me last Monday. Cameron and I fought about that, among other things.”

“I’m sorry if our situation caused strife in your marriage,” I said.

Lena’s face got a sad, or fatigued, look. “It was one subject of strife,” she replied, “but it wasn’t a cause. Maybe I can talk about it more after a drink.” Lena and Danielle walked to the bar.

Alicia and Scott came up to us. Denise had met Scott several times before, but I never had. He was what I thought women would consider an attractive man. Alicia asked, “Who was that you were talking to?”

“Lena Mann,” Denise answered. “It was her husband who fired us a week ago.”

“Shit,” Alicia said. “Is the husband here?”

“No,” I answered, “Mrs. Mann came by herself. The Manns both know Danielle and Kurt, but my impression is that Mrs. Mann and her husband have very different opinions about them.”

Scott, wisely, changed the subject. “Harry,” he said sticking out his hand, “it’s good to meet you. I’ve heard about you. You see Alicia naked more often than I do these days.”

“Whose fault is that?” Alicia asked indignantly.

“Mine,” Scott said. “I know I’m gone too much but what I’m doing is the best way I have to make some real money.”

Anything else Scott intended to say was forestalled by Kurt. He had moved to the center of elazığ escort the room and announced, “everyone is here now. Thank you for coming. Some of us have had a rough few days (Kurt looked at Denise and me as he said that). Danielle and I thought it would be good to get together, let our hair down, and show each other support and affection. Everyone’s got a drink, right? Ok, this is a pool party and it’s a beautiful day. Let’s go to the pool.”

Kurt walked out through a door that opened onto his patio. The rest of us followed. Denise, Barb, and Lena draped the skirts they’d been wearing over their suits on a chair as they walked outside.

I hadn’t noticed that Danielle had slipped away until I heard her voice coming from the doorway behind us. “Could I have a moment?” she asked. We all turned. Danielle was standing in the doorway nude. With a wide smile, she said, “I’d decided not to do this, but I think it will make for a better party, and I doubt any of you will object. I’m declaring this party nudity mandatory. Please take your suits off.”

Denise and I had no problem going nude, and I was sure Alicia wouldn’t either. Since they went to a nude yoga class, I assumed Barb and Ben were ok getting naked. The people I wondered about were Lena Mann and Scott.

Looking at Alicia and Scott, I saw that Scott was undressing as readily as Alicia. I quickly took my shirt and trunks off. Denise handed me her suit. I walked back inside and put them on the chair with the women’s cover-up skirts. As I got back to Denise, Lena Mann came up to us. Lena carried a bit of extra weight in her thighs and hips, but she was still an attractive, even sexy, woman. Her tan lines didn’t hurt.

Lena looked at me and said, “Harry, when we talked what, almost two weeks ago, you said that I still had the opportunity to do something like you and Denise do in New Bethel. I hope you’re right and I hope that this is my first step in that direction.” She turned to Denise and said, “Miss Hines, that suit looked wonderful on you, but you are much more beautiful naked.”

Denise replied, “So are you.”

“Why, thank you,” Lena said to Denise. Lena turned back to me, “Danielle tells me that she finds one of the most rewarding parts of taking her clothes off is having other people look at her while she’s nude. I want to see whether I share that opinion. Please look Harry and tell me what you think.”

Denise had no problem with me looking at other naked women; we worked with four every weekend. Still, I felt that I needed to be careful, but I did look. After a few moments, Lena made a slow full spin. She was nowhere near as physically beautiful as Denise, but neither is anyone else. As I said, she carried a few excess pounds. Nonetheless, Lena Mann was attractive with a sexiness and magnetism that I felt but couldn’t explain. When Lena faced me again, I said, “I saw that you are a very attractive woman when Danielle introduced us. Denise is right, you are much more attractive naked.”

Lena smiled. To Denise, she said, “He’s good. Hot body too.” Lena turned and walked away. I made a point of not following her with my eyes.

Denise gave me a quick kiss. “Apparently,” she said, “I’m not crazy. Other women think you have a hot body too.”

I hugged Denise. “Only one woman’s opinion matters,” I replied.

It was a good party. We all swam for a time. Danielle and Kurt put on aprons and grilled fresh fish for us. Denise and I agreed that Danielle wearing only an apron was very sexy. I made a mental note to buy Denise an apron. Everyone drank more than they probably should have.

Barb and Ben left first, around 10:30. Sometime between 11:00 and midnight, Lena came up to Denise and me. “I walked over here by myself,” she said, “but it was light then. Would the two of you walk me home? It’s only a block.”

I knew that a “block” in Shawnee Hills could be considerably farther than a normal city block. However, I had the sense that Lena had something she wanted to tell us. Denise’s glance at me communicated that she had the same sense. “We’d be glad to,” Denise said. “Give me a moment to put my suit back on.”

“Just wear your skirt,” Lena said, “that’s all I’m wearing.”

“What about Harry?” Denise asked.

“He can wrap a towel around his waist,” Lena said. Both Denise and I looked skeptical. Lena added, “I’ve lived here for over four years. On a holiday weekend, the cops are all up on the Boulevard looking for drunk drivers. It won’t matter if someone else sees us. People who live in the Hills follow ‘don’t ask, don’t tell.’ Otherwise, a lot of big money would get terribly embarrassed.”

Denise smiled and said, “Go get a towel Harry.” I did and carried it to the patio door. Lena had picked up her suit. Stepping inside, both she and Denise wrapped their skirts around their waists. In the soft light of the room, the two women nude from the waist up looked very lovely.

Alicia had seen us acting like we were leaving. erzincan escort From the pool, she called out “You’re coming back, right?”

Danielle added, “Please do. We’re still having a good time.”

“We’ll be back,” Denise assured them.

We followed Lena out the front door and down the slight hill to the street. Lena said, “My house is to the right a little way.” Lena wore sandals but Denise and I were barefoot, so we walked on the grass.

We walked silently or a distance before Lena said, “Danielle called me about what Cameron had done to you just after, I think, Denise told Danielle. Danielle asked me not to say anything to Cameron until Kurt had talked to him. I guess Kurt talked to Cameron Tuesday because Cameron came home furious. He called Kurt a liar. I’ve known Danielle and Kurt for over three years, and they are both completely honest. Cameron said things about Danielle I can’t repeat.”

“That must have been very unpleasant,” Denise said. When Denise had met Lena earlier in the evening, I sensed that Lena was guilty by association in Denise’s mind. We’d spent a lot of time talking to Lena and Denise’s attitude seemed to have turned about 180 degrees. I got that. Lena was a likeable person.

“It got worse,” Lena said. “After Cameron had ripped Danielle and Kurt for a while, he started in on the two of you. I’m guessing you’ve already heard it, or the substance, directly from Cameron so I’ll just say that it wasn’t nice. That’s when I spoke up, saying that I liked and respected Danielle and Kurt a great deal and that I had seen the two of you dance and thought you were great. That I admired your courage and self-confidence.”

“Thank you for that,” Denise said.

“Gasoline on a fire,” Lena said. She stopped. “No one’s gone by,” Lena said. “Let’s take these things off and walk nude.” It was a comfortable night and Lena was right that no cars had passed. Lena and Denise took off their skirts and I took off my towel.

“After I defended Danielle and Kurt and the two of you, Cameron turned on me,” Lena continued. “I’m sure Cameron hadn’t had anything to drink. He called me names that were just vile. Among other things, he called me a ‘slut wannabe’ and said that my role wasn’t to think but just to take care of his dick. I pointed out how difficult that was since he can’t get it up anymore, at least not around me.”

Lena went a few more steps. She exhaled and said, “anyway, Cameron and I have had a lot of issues. He isn’t at all the man I thought I was marrying. Tuesday night was the last straw. I’d already talked with a divorce lawyer. She had time to see me again Wednesday morning. She advised me to tell Cameron to move out, which he’s done. The divorce petition is being filed Tuesday morning. Deanna, my lawyer, is going to have the Sheriff serve Cameron in person at his office.”

“Jesus!” I said.

“Yeah,” Lena said. “That’s my house up there,” Lena added, pointing a very large, very new house that wasn’t all that attractive in my opinion. Lena stopped. “I didn’t drag you away from the party to cry on your shoulders. I moved here from Portland to marry Cameron. Apart from Danielle and Kurt, and Gwen, Cameron’s daughter by his first wife, I haven’t made any friends during our marriage. Cameron tends to drive people off unless they need something from him. I saw the two of you dance at Kurt’s bar and, corny as it sounds, immediately thought of you as role models for the kind of life I really want. I hope you’ll help me get a real life, a joyous life.”

I didn’t know what to say. Denise looked in my eyes. I gave her the look that said, “You call this one, I trust your judgment.”

Denise took a deep breath. “Certainly Lena,” she said, “we’ll do anything for you we can.” We walked Lena to her front door. She punched a code on a keypad that opened the door. She turned to us and said, “thank you.” She kissed each of us on a cheek, taking care that her body didn’t touch ours.

We hadn’t seen anyone else since we left Danielle and Kurt’s, and it was fun walking naked along a street in a ritzy suburb. “What do you think Lena wants from us?” I asked.

“I don’t know, and I doubt she does either, yet,” Denise said. “She’s having a tough time. We need to be there for her. That’s the commitment we just made to her.” “Commitment” was a word and concept Denise didn’t take lightly.

“Am I wrong, or have you done a 180 on her over the course of the evening?” I asked.

“I blamed her for what her husband did to us,” Denise said. “That’s irrational, and I realized it. Also, she has a seductive quality that draws you to her and makes you like her. You picked up on that.”

“I picked up on it,” I said, “but I hadn’t thought ‘seductive.’ There’s only one woman seductive to me.”

Denise laughed. “I don’t have to seduce you. You always want me.”

“True,” I replied. “It’s because you’re so damned perfect.”

Denise and I stood, stark naked, hugging and kissing, erzurum escort on a street in Shawnee Hills, at about 12:30 on Labor Day morning.

Danielle, Alicia, Scott, and Kurt were all in boisterous moods when we got back to the house. After talking with Lena, Denise and I wanted to be alone to reaffirm our commitment to each other. We made our apologies, gathered, our clothes, and headed for the door. Danielle, at least, seemed to understand. At the door, she said, “Like you two, Lena’s a very good person whom I love dearly. All three of you were shit on by the same person. Knowing all three of you, I hope you take that as the common ground for starting a strong friendship. She’ll make your lives richer and you’ll make hers richer.” Danielle turned to go back inside then turned back to us. “I’ve got a yoga class Tuesday night,” she said. “You are coming.” You didn’t ignore Danielle’s instructions.

When Denise and I arrived at the yoga class that Tuesday, Barb and Ben were already there and undressed. As Denise and I disrobed, I asked how they had gotten involved with the class.

“We weren’t nudists at all,” Barb said. “Ben saw an ad for the class somewhere and showed it to me, as a joke I think.”

“It was,” Ben interjected.

“I thought about it and decided it was interesting,” Barb continued. “How could I say I didn’t like being naked around other people if I never tried it?

“We came to our first class back in the spring and we both really liked it,” Ben said.

“I don’t think I could do what you do, dancing naked in front of a lot of clothed people who are just there to see you naked,” Barb said, “but I like being naked with other naked people. People seem more open and less pretentious when they take their clothes off.”

“Don’t let her kid you,” Ben said, “Barb likes looking at naked men.”

“I do,” Barb said, “penises are infinitely fascinating.”

“I agree,” Denise said.

We were in a large room and it was filling up. The class was close to 50-50 men and women. Danielle had walked to the front to start the class when Lena Mann came in hurriedly.

“Sorry,” Lena said. “I was delayed. I’ll have my clothes off in just a sec.” Lena stripped and put her mat down in front of me. I didn’t read anything into that. It was about the only vacant space in the room.

My experience with yoga didn’t go much beyond buying a mat while I was in law school. Danielle knew that and was very considerate. She helped me into the proper positions for several poses. I was used to Danielle’s hands on my bare skin and liked it. Denise had done quite a bit of yoga and moved gracefully from one position to another. To her amusement, there were a couple I just couldn’t do even with Danielle’s help.

As we moved from one pose to another, I kept my eyes on my mat. I thought that would help me keep my balance, but I was also aware of Lena in front of me, very exposed.

We were in a pose that had us put our hands on the floor and our butts in the air. I was staring at my mat when Denise said, “You can look up Harry. Lena won’t mind.”

“Please do,” Lena added.

I looked up. About two feet in front of me was Lena’s ass, cheeks spread showing her asshole. Between her thighs, her pussy was also on display. I’ve heard guys say that, if you’ve those parts of one woman’s body, you’ve seen them all. I disagree. Those parts of Denise are uniquely beautiful and alluring. Despite the extra pounds, Lena also looked very nice.

Danielle did her classes at a gym in Hyde’s Corner, which wasn’t very far from Shawnee Hills. As we were dressing after class, Lena invited us to her house for a “quick” dinner. Once inside her house, the three of us undressed again. Lena put on an apron (did she know how much I like a nude woman in an apron?) and quickly made a very good pasta with shrimp and herbs. After we’d cleaned up dinner, we took wine into the TV room. Lena sat in one arm- chair. Denise sat in my lap in another.

We were talking when Lena shifted gears. “You know,” she said, “I haven’t had sex with another person for almost four years?”

“Why that long?” Denise asked.

“Cameron I and were married a little over five years ago,” Lena said. “Initially, Cameron wanted to fuck all the time. I wasn’t all that experienced, but I tried to do everything for him I could think of. I quickly learned that sex was all about Cameron. He’d shoot his load in me and get up, whether I’d come or not. Cameron’s selfishness got to me. I quit trying and would just lie there while he got his jollies. Then, Cameron couldn’t get it up anymore. He said that was because I was ‘unresponsive.'”

“Why not find a lover?” I asked.

“I married Cameron,” Lena said. “I vowed to be faithful to him.”

Denise got up, took my hand, and gently pulled me out of the chair. We stood side-by-side, in front of Lena, as Denise asked, “Would you like to touch us?”

Lena moved her butt to the edge of the chair. “I’ve never done anything with another woman,” she said.

“Neither have I,” Denise said kindly. “It’ll be a new experience for both of us.”

Lena took my balls in her left hand. Denise spread her legs slightly and drew a sharp breath as Lena began running a finger over her pussy lips. “That’s nice,” Denise said.

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